there is never enough food in the house anymore. where does that thing spend the money?

MY NAME IS CATHERINE GRAHAM I LIVE AT 1 MOLOAA ... https://simplyconfess.com/other/my-name-is-catherine-graham-i MY NAME IS CATHERINE GRAHAM I LIVE AT 1 MOLOAA CRESCENT BIRKDALE AND I FUCK VACUM CLEANERS CHAIRS AND TREES (JOYCE POORTER ... You've visited this page 2 times. Last visit: 26/02/19 I was abused and bullied, I don't know who wrote this but I want it removed and I have rights ! I have called the police about it locally and international police and fbi. I think you are a complete asshole for allowing this to go on and it shows your immaturity and lack of respect for me as a victim of sexual child trauma. I think you are part of a group of stalkers. and I will be making a report about how defiant, unhelpful and unsupportive you are to my rights and requests. you have been asked many times now to remove this. the statements are incorrect and whatever sexual abuse the pedo got me to do like this - well I hope you get your sick jollies off on knowing what the pedo had me doing. you dirty sicko! I was only 5 and you are not helping me as a victim but helping the pedo's who enjoy this stuff. thanks for being a complete fucking bitch about everything. your just a born asshole I guess like everyone who gets off on this shit. I have asked simply confess to remove this and they won't and they are shitting me off.

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I pretend I don't know how I'm so thin My friends think I have an amazing metabolism. I eat more than everyone else and yet I'm always skinny. What they don't know is that I only eat once a day. And I don't eat very much unless I'm with other people. Yes, I stuff my face in front of others to make them jealous.

I pretend I don't know how I'm so thin My friends think I have an amazing metabolism. I eat more tha...

Perfection takes a human form I am so irrationaly, increbly, head over heels SMITTEN with a guy i have known for a little more than a year.. he was a complete stranger, working at my local supermarket. The first day i saw him, it was like...poetry. he was poetry in motion. the most perfect human being i have ever seen. a adonis, walking, standing there right infront of me. he was tall, statuesque, incredible. dark chocolate brown hair combed neatly, clashing prfectly with his milky alabaster skin. his eyes, like melting honey. god. it was like, seeing the sun for the first time, dazzling my eyes. and there he was, standing so normally, so casually, compltely unaware of the effect he had on me. i became a frequent customer, going two sometimes three days a week to my little corner store supermarket so i could "shop for groceries". everytime i passed by his section, my legs would trmble with anticipation, i could feel my face flushing bright red. oh, how i longed and looked forward every week to go, if only just for a couple of minutes, to go and catch a mere glimpse of my adonis<3 after a year of going there every week and NEVER even daring to take a long enough look at him that he would notice my gawking much less talked to him, i was chcking out at th cash register completly dumb folded and day dreaming of my adonis, when th girl at the cash registor had to close up. i was next, and in a hurry so i was gathring my stuff ack to my basket when i heard th most beautiful, almost musical voice say "it`s ok..i`ll check you out miss". i looked up into molten honey grazed eyes with flicks of green. he checked my groceries out, and smiled. i, stupid as always kpt my head down.,never looking directly at him.. to make a long confession, not anymore longer, one day i went ack to the grocery store, and he wasnt there. i suspect he either quit, or changed to another littl corner stor around the area. over th course of a year we had rarely spoken, only enough for him to tell me his name. eing the crazy stalker lady i am i lookd up his name on th internet and found him on facebook. i spend months debating whenever to add him or not...untill finally i clicked "send", and less than an hour later he had confirmed my request and was hapilly, nrvously, chatting. he said he rememberd my face. i am now engaged (not to him) and vn though i rarely go on faceook, we somtimes talk. casual things, work, and of the sort. my fingers have itched with th desire to type how much i have adored him afar, how i often thought and dreamed about him. i never have enough courage to hit the "send" button though. oh well..maybe someday..in another time, he will know. untill th i look forward anxiously to the moment where he, my adnois will take a little break from being th most perfect human being on the planet, to spend a couple of minutes exchanging casualties with me.

Perfection takes a human form I am so irrationaly, increbly, head over heels SMITTEN with a guy i ha...