So since like 2 days I can't access onion sites anymore, to be exact: selling sites. I don't know whether something is wrong with my Tor Browser or maybe the network?
Or is TorZon down? Has anyone similar struggles and how do I fix this?
Whenever I wanna access TorZon, it just states that the side cannot be found - that maybe there is a network or spelling error. No mirror works and I dunno what to do lol
Thanks for any help!
Her incredible double standards and the superiority complex born of her faith sometimes make her very hard to bear.
She dares to sit there looking down on me and condemn my mother for someone else’s mistakes, only to then invite herself into her flat and let herself be pampered there. She eats the food she’s cooked, she drinks her wine, and yet she still behaves like a crane on a scrap heap. Demonstrating her supposed moral superiority is, of course, always present in the subtext.
You can also tell that she has never been lonely in her life and that everything has mostly revolved around her. Without a shred of tact, she just babbles on; she loves nothing more than telling the same story three times over. Is it her love for the sound of her own voice or her craving for attention? When someone asks me a question, she answers anyway and, of course, immediately cuts me off when I try to interject. Unasked, she steers conversations as she pleases: HER wedding, HER childhood, HER home town. It’s actually quite cheeky at times how she makes others jump to her beck and call. She wants to stay at my place when there is no train home, naturally. Sleep in my bed, use me.
Smile and nod, smile and nod, smile and nod – I’m not listening to her. There’s not a shred of value to be gleaned from her babbling fits.
She’s not interested in anyone but herself; I can hardly remember her ever asking me a proper question.
She only seems to have a soft spot for M. Who knows – she’s probably the only one she really likes. I actually get the feeling that she only tolerates everyone else around her for her own amusement when there’s no better option.
And me? I swallow my damn pride so as not to tear the group apart. If push came to shove, they’d surely be on her side. M doesn’t actually like me either, C is a simple-minded soul, and N is someone who idealises me in a strange way, but she’s also a weak-willed follower who can hardly stand up for anything and prefers to choose harmony.
I hate it. I hate them all. I have to put up with them; I don’t want to be alone. I sit there gritting my teeth and keep a low profile.
I do my best, but it’s not enough. It’s never enough; they’ll always look down on me. Out of pity, out of envy, out of a sense of superiority.
I’m alone.