New spells I may be under

 I was perusing sister F. U’s Pinterest page and she is chanting and manifesting about becoming a money magnet. At first, I thought well good luck with that. It probably won’t work. Now I think that the F. U’s are hexing the opposite reality for me. Lately I have become addicted to shopping on Temu. Temu is like penny slots, I thought, this couldn’t hurt, because everything on the website is so cheap. Well much of what I ordered looked as cheap as it cost. I keep shopping and losing money to Temu. I know people make jokes about Temu, but it hasn’t been registering enough for me to quit shopping there. I need to return it all. I need money for Christmas presents every year, so this is not good. Maybe my online shopping problem wasn’t from a money wasting hex, but I blame all my bad luck on the F. U’S now.

Yesterday I had an epiphany that I should really never eat ice cream again. I love dairy. I always have. But since the F. U’s started killing all of the simple joys in my life, I think it’s best to avoid eating dairy. I went to the grocery store and bought supposedly nondairy ice cream and dairy or not, I blew up like a balloon for the next two hours. I tried to go jogging within 45 minutes of eating an Ice cream bar and I subsequently went outside feeling and looking so fat. It seemed to have undone the appearance of any weight loss I had attained, all because of one serving of nondairy ice cream. I will throw away the rest of the ice cream. I just don’t want to deal with extreme uncomfortable and unsightly bloating. The F. U.’s will have to find a different way to break my stride. They honestly have no life. I can deal with one small hurtful annoying hex, but it’s just been so many tiny to large scale aggravating harassing painful hexes, filling my days and years, that I definitely feel sorry for myself.

 I don’t bother telling people about my troubles anymore, because no one can help me, but me. I’m in this by myself, in terms of emotional support, because no one has the time to listen to me, nor do they believe me. I don’t want to go to the mental hospital again. I want the police to stop my enemies from hexing me.  No one has even confirmed that they believe a word I am saying, so nothing has changed for the better, in this regard. I remain here, trapped in a hex, with my sworn enemies, who have an extensive amount of Palo Santo skills and free time. Unlucky me!