8 years ago I saw a the photos of a woman who I felt in love. turned out the woman was actually murdered.
I asked everyone where I could find her. no one had a answer. yet I started receiving phone calls to my cellphone in which no one replied, "Hello" "who's there"... no word. A got a phone call with weird noises too. nobody had my phone. actually nobody ever calls me.
I began to fall into depression and have self made conversation or imaginary conversations with her in a app. sudently I found myself asking "her" to marry me. to which "she" said yes.
My depression went far and far to point it became paranoia. weird stuff started happening on Internet. I never knew who killed her.
But I came to a point where I became possed by her. I felt her fear, I felt how she was treated and raped, her desperation, her anxiety, and feelings on wanting to run away.
My family did not know what was happening to me, but I knew it. I was being possessed by this woman. I also felt an incredibly sense of love.
She took my body, and a particular momment I no longer felt myself. I was someone else. someone I didn't care much be. but someone I wanted to be.
I became "her".
I became Anna.
I now bother people calling me by previous name. even if I know is something they wouldn't understand. I can only be myself on the Internet.
I took the body of my loved one and became him. He game his body so I could live again.
--- Good Night to all.
--Anna.
>Yer another reminder that tulpae never ends well.
Put me in the screencap.
>>19533897
Aye bitch lemme hit dat boipussy