How you ever felt cursed?
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Some times its better to think how blessed you are, especially during the difficult times. We always say look at what that person has, but rarely do we say look at what that person doesn't have, and appreciate what we have. Remember it not what you have in life but who you have. Just remember that you are loved, and atleast you don't live in Iraq. or do you? :-)
546322
Well, I just lifted up my poodle skirt and put my cigarette out on my nutsac, which caused me to wince in pain, which knocked the Minnie Pearl hat off of my head, causing it to land in the baby pool full of barbecue sauce and mule vomit that I'm sitting in, therby ruining it.  Now, the creatures that live inside my index fingers are pissed, because they bought me the hat as a gift in exchange for raping the corpse of Mama Cass with a carrot.  Now, I'll have to take a big dump on a wheel of Jarlsberg Cheese in the local delicatessen and wipe my a** on an albino warlock's dentures to appease them.   \nSo to answer your question, no, I don't feel like a psycho.   \nI have to go now because there is a milksnake at my left breast and my cat is gnawing at my foreskin.
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She played me.  She would cry on my shoulder and tell me about how cruel and awful her life was.  But then I found out from other people that she never did any of this with them.  She always described her life as happy to anyone else.  Then I found out she was bad mouthing me.  Meanwhile she was living with my family because her own was so screwed up.  I felt like an emotional toilet bowl.  When I confronted her about she just stared at me.  We fell out and she was asked by my mother to leave.\nA few years later she called me to tell me her father had died.  She was close with her dad and I did feel bad for her so I went over to her apartment and we talked and hung out and I really thought maybe we could be friends again.  Then her boyfriend came over and the two of them just lay down on a futon (it was a studio apartment) and she stared at me like "Get the hint and leave."  I was stunned.  Why not just ask me to go.  It was weird beyond imagining.  I realized nothing had changed with her.  So I left and I never called her or returned her calls.\n\nBloody freak.
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I was raised in a lot of violence. I once (the only fight I have ever been in) beat up my father. It was the scariest thing I have ever felt, like a blinding rage. Neither of us won, as far as I can tell there is no winning in violence. My brother walked in and stopped me, I was so crazy in that moment that I didn't even know what I was doing. I just knelt down next to him and wept. No victory was won that day, I felt no better, had not gotten even.
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OMG the funny memory this question dragged up!\nThere was this obnoxious guy that kept groping at my ex-bosses grand-daughter in the bar.  He could not take a hint.  Anyways, we were out with some friends of ours, one of whom was an off duty cop.  We escorted the pig and his friend out of the bar and I must have been feeling invincible with my cop friend and swung at the guy hitting him square in the face.  I dont know who was more shocked, me, him or our friends.  Anyways, his friend was dragging him away as my friends were holding me back.  I can't imagine what on earth possessed me to hit the guy (rum maybe???) but I am glad everyone else had enough sense to let it stop there.
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lol \n:-)\nlast year.\nhmm..i was so cluless. first time experiencing so many new things. Felt like i was being forced to grow up, by experincing so many things adults think we can't handle.  hmm i see you are a sophmore just like me! :-)\nhave a great day!
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my last job I have a very nasty boss. he told me right to my face that no matter what i did it would be wrong, and he was right no matter what he told me to do or how he told lme to do it it was never right It was like working for jeckel and hyde\n\nthis person is no longer in this area he lost his business and his family for drinking on the job.i feel bad for his family but he got what he deserved
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for me i don't believe in curse.  just pray to God for a reversal of your bad situation now = pray and pray
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I was with a girl I didn't really like and realized, how meaningless it is, while being with her. I couldn't continue....\n\nNever felt that bad.
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Many years ago, I went to a voodoo shop in New Orleans, don't know if it's the same one or not.  I didn't think anything of it.  There was a statue that you were supposed to leave money to bring you good luck or something like that.  I didn't and laughed it off.\n\nThe next day, I woke up with my foot swollen twice the size from some kind of bug bite.  I seemed to have nothing but bad luck for the next 6 months.  It just seemed to be one thing after another.  It dawned on me that all this bad luck came after going to this place and not leaving money.\n\nI live about a day and half drive away, but I made it a point to go back for a weekend.  Visited the place again and left money at the statue and my luck changed.\n\nI'm not a deep believer in voodoo or curses, but that one really scared me and if ever I'm in New Orleans again and they say to leave a monetary gift for good luck, I will.
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I totally feel your pain\n\nI HATED my ex b/f mom (hate is probably not the way i felt about her)\n\nShe was this f u c k e n converted lady (no offense to people who are converted) she use to tell me "Why dont you let your hair down (i have curly bushy hair) & when his family was there they always use to ask me about hair & my appearance.\n\nShe was just a complete cow\nHim & his mother has a very weird relationship - he use to tell her everything that goes on in the relationship like sex, figths we had, my drinking (which was just socially), the way i act around my girlfriends.\n\nF u c k after a few motnhs I told the both of them to go to H E L L\n\nNow I'm happy!!!\n\ncheerio \nMERCAYDEES\nPs: Good riddance of bad rubbish (good that you dumped him)
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No, not cursed.\n\nWe do live in a fallen world, however, which opens up the possibility for hardship, sorrow, and pain--of which I have had my share.\n\nI continued living in futility until I sought the living God. Have you begun searching for your creator yet? When you begin to connect with the divine, the apparent woes of this world begin to diminish. Hardship doesn't necessarily go away, but attachment to and belief in its power to crush you does. Sorrow and pain don't automatically vanish, but it begins to make sense--and in this process of making sense, sorrow and pain do tend to relent and lift.\n\nI hope--if you haven't already--that you seek God and cry out to him for help and his mercy. I can tell you from personal experience that this will make a difference, if you continue to seek with an open mind and heart, and in earnestness and humility.\n\nBest to you.
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yes I felt a couple, been possed by a evil one. And me and that evil still fight it out now.
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yes and no, was it on purpose, was it heat of the moment or stupidity, would you feel as bad as they do if you did the same heartbreaking thing to them? I only ask as I have faced this quite often.
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Good God, help this poor soul out.  THAT IS CRAZY TALK!  DON"T under any circumstances, open up that door to curses that you cannot imagine!  DO NOT BE DECEIVED!  You cannot imagine the torment spells, witchcraft, magic, voodoo can unleash.  I opened those doors once, many years ago, and I am still battling the effects of curses, some that have even become generational curses that I have to pray off of my children when I recognize them in their lives.
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Seeing as how my sorry a@@ came to work with one yesterday ... puking in the bathroom, not even able to keep a glass of water down, splitting headache, cigerette breath (I brushed but STILL couldn't get the taste out of my mouth).\n\nI feel for ya!!\n\nYou're planning on doing it all over again tonite, aren't ya?\n\n:)
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made a guy cry from doing it when we were small kids - but think he just cried coz I hit him at all, didn't really matter where it was.\nLater in life, had a bad Bast$rd of a boyfriend who used me as a punching bag - returned the favour one day and booted him in the bollocks as if my life depended on it - he puked!!!