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<url><loc>https://dear-diaries.blog/2026/06/27/progress-to-them-meams-more-fame-money-houses-power-glory-etc-in-terms-of-me-they-think-they-have-made-great-progress-by-claiming-maybe-she-doesnt-have-a-penis-and-maybe-she-is-not-retarded/</loc><news:news><news:publication><news:name>Dear diary + Help</news:name><news:language>en</news:language></news:publication><news:publication_date>2026-06-27T12:18:55+00:00</news:publication_date><news:title>Progress to them meams more fame, money, houses, power, glory, etc. In terms of me they think they have made great progress by claiming maybe she doesn&#8217;t have a penis and maybe she is not retarded&#8230;just maybe. Lucky me. So appreciative of your help. Also they don&#8217;t exist. It is all in my head and anyone who dares to get close to me is highly controlled or killed off. Tell me, what the hell is there to look forward to in your version of Utopia? Did what I want ever matter to anyone?</news:title></news:news></url><url><loc>https://dear-diaries.blog/2026/06/26/they-want-my-life-to-be-an-outward-manifestation-of-their-inner-turmoil-in-other-words-they-do-not-want-what-is-best-for-me/</loc><news:news><news:publication><news:name>Dear diary + Help</news:name><news:language>en</news:language></news:publication><news:publication_date>2026-06-27T03:39:09+00:00</news:publication_date><news:title>They want my life to be an outward manifestation of their inner turmoil. In other words they do not want what is best for me.</news:title></news:news></url></urlset>
