My delusions are starting for the day. The internet is not entertaining because people have empathy and sense how to make me miserable, and intentionally do so. I’m a famous person, when you think about it. Everyone focuses so much negative energy on me.

I must be special.

Yes, I am a “special” person.

Dad needs help. I’m not helping him. He needs to learn not to enslave others. Bitch.

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