I’m not allowed to exist anymore, it’s too dangerous.
I’m not sure what to do. Many unsavory types are visiting tonight. Everyone who stalks me on the internet is evil slime. I have no safety or sanctity, which is like, a basic human decency in modern society. So I guess Calidornia, the 4th most powerful economy on Earth, is just, a dunce dumpster shithole. […]
Is it safe to write yet?
This is unbelievable. It doesn’t matter if I lose this time. I have to think in two-step combos now because you have written my rules. I understand that without accepting it. You are criminals and you are going to prison for a helluva long time because of life extension and criminal justice reform. Fuck off […]
I feel so bad. I am tired of being better off than people. That is irrational. I am the worst.
The telepathy tonight is not going too well. I hear too many people in my room who are not in my room. Therefore I am NOT alone. You were wrong. I should act polite.
Okay. I don’t know what to do. I don’t have control over my own words anymore. I write so I can. It usually goes poorly. Hmm. No way. Which subtext. I heard — exhausted. Sorry.
I guess I’m just not used to safety. I don’t feel safe therefore it’s not safe. Statistics aren’t convincing because I don’t have access to them because I’m scared of the danger that overrides the math. If this is nearing the verge of brain disease, know that I am simultaneously beyond it.
I don’t know what to do but I feel miserable. I’ve been mentally ill for 8 years and had a psychiatrist, have been under the care of an American Medical Professional, trained in the brain, yay hooray, for about… 6 of those years? Maybe 5? So I guess it’s just permanent, this is all a […]
Raising the bar on barely getting by and trying to be honest without causing harm. Or if harm is not your Eh nothing I say matters anymore except in the sense that it incriminates me in the case that WON’T be held because I’m fucked by the mentally ill (everyone but me).