Lostsanity Stories

Basically what the title says.

a girl who has no hopes thinks she'll be stuck in this dull , grey world. nothing can bring her happiness. until something hits her. a person, who spilled colour all over her life. a new world has arrived for her. something or someone is trying to take her away from him. she looks at her bloody hands. "something is wrong with me.."

He called me Lily-Ann because my real name reminded him of something lost

Welcome to the battlefield.

Lycamobile is a real mobile service provider, and many customers report serious connectivity, billing, and support problems. This narrative takes those everyday frustrations and expresses them through an extreme, visceral experience. (sitejabber.com) Lycamobile isn't just a mobile company. It's a predator, a black hole, a trap designed to strip you of your patience, your hope, your sanity, and even your very soul. Every call, every promise, every interaction feels like a calculated attempt to crush you, to turn your frustration back on you, and to grind your spirit into exhaustion. For months, you wait. You beg. You plead. You scream into the void. Hotspots fail. Phones don't connect. Credits vanish. Fixes never happen. Every supervisor's response is hollow. Every resolution is an illusion. The system thrives on your desperation and feeds on your anger. Lycamobile is psychological torture masquerading as customer service. It's a machine built to consume your life slowly, leaving you gasping in a digital grave of incompetence. Each interaction leaves scars, doubts, and a hollow ache that lingers long after the line disconnects. This is more than frustration. This is survival. Posting this is my way of reclaiming my voice, my patience, and my dignity. No one should endure this black void of lies, indifference, and torment. If you value your sanity, your time, and your life, beware. Step carefully. Enter at your own risk - because once you're inside, you may never escape unscathed.