Dad Guess & Torture Update

I think my Dad knew what I was going to wear or consider wearing because he wore what I almost wore and set aside to wear. I had my gray pants, gray tank top and a red shirt to go over it and set it aside after I showered and then I changed my mind after already setting aside the red shirt and deciding on this one, and put on a different tee. Then I found out it's what he is wearing. Gray and red. I was going to braid my hair too, and put on red lipstick but I got lazy and ended up doing more research instead. They both looked extremely tired tonight. Here's the truth: we're all tortured. Yet I seem to be the only one who is able to write about and admit to it, and try to expose what's happening. Torture has been less since I sent photos of one implant to several international embassies. I sent them to the D.C. ones since that's where most of their headquarters are, even if I am closer to the CA consulates. I was tortured while writing the email and then maybe an hour later, not as much and then not at all.