Tuesday, August 29, 2017, here and now

Thought I didn’t have access to this online journal anymore.  Got it back.

 

Oh two guys sitting around chatting about episodes and all kinds of shit.  SSDD

 

Oh someone who shotcalled one of my numbers as a victim at me here.

 

Oh usual shit, different day with some people saying their shit earlier to tell their point of view on camera and audio to me.  ( I guess, I don’t know why people say some of the stuff they do to me though I never did because I’m not like that, don’t they know it?)

 

Starving, tortured, dying, interrogated and the usual shit day to day that makes up and fills my life and is unavoidable.

 

Waiting in vain for someone, anyone to understand that wants to help me and others here and not take the money or rewards or want the power or join in…

 

Wondering why I bother to type this stuff while it is read by people publicly and people think they are their words, again and again for years.

 

Wow, some must think they are victims with a lot of shit going on and a lot of troubles with help but not BIG help for everyone or them, when it’s really me who cares and these are MY words, not theirs.

 

Since these could be the last words I type (who knows in all this shit?) I guess I should make them count in a big way.

 

Um, now I’ve no idea what to type as that is putting a lot of pressure on myself that kinda blanks out my mind and I’ve not had a full meal today and as usual, ADHD and being tortured all these years, taking its toll kinda fucks up my everything, including communication skills.

 

WOO! YEE HAW! MY LIFE AS A VICTIM!  PERMANENTLY HERE FOR OTHERS TO STEAL MY WORDS IN REAL TIME AND THIS WILL BE LEFT AS THE ONLY THING I EVER WROTE THAT CAN BE FOUND.

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