this is all about venting and using the word fuckinit will prob go to draft
i think i gotta shut down my etsy store. i only have trolls buying from me now. none of these people are natural purchases. the last few purchases were timed so hard, like right when im having a really hard time, or like when the fuckin retard like puts my bin with my shop items deep into the new storage and i gotta fuckin haul everything out just to get the damn thing. this will happen and ill get the buyer stressing me out really hard cos im shipping late. ffs its like i just $3 including shipping. the entire year was like this, all the buys were timed creep buys just to abuse and make it harder for me. fuck this last guy i literally had such a god damn hard time getting his fuckin order, i had to pull the printer out and print it, this is after going to the storage twice to look for it then its not there and have to make it, so did the printer then liteally glued the prints in the last temp apartment that scammed me $300 then id been carrying it around in bag for like a week getting spun by aggressive retard and moving. and im sure that fucking guy is reading my blog, jacking off, talking to me online, pretending he doesnt know me. and this is how it goes with me. and people think im paranoid, but when you gone through this much abuse its not paranoia, its being observant.
another fucking thing is this god damn canada post my fuckin fern essential oil order is fuckin missing cos they fuckin sent it to somewhere else instead of the fucking address and now the landlord didnt get the package either cos canada post decides to fuckin send it somewhere else
im so fuckin pissed i cant even enjoy the chinese roommate troll being gone today
probably spoke to soon and one of my abusers gonna send another non disclosure agreement fuck to fuck with me some more . yeah writing it down, oh that tv character familiar? oh all the names in this show that reminds me of me are names of people in my real life weird, oh this film is super familiar oh its too bad i dont read books huh lets toot shit on twitter and watch it get picked up by the media huh oh what about house this fuckin gem? NAH LETS JUST KEEP FUCKING WITH HER WHILE WE STEAL FROM HER
ffs.
kinda like this fuckin hostel ey, every single fuckin corner you got an asshole watching you, there are cameras everywhere I stay. not anyone elses room, i noticed every fuckin corner im being recorded. im fuckin sick of this shit. if theyre so fuckin keen on a sexually active woman why dont they hire ( HIRE AS IN PAY) for a god damn prostitute? why they gotta stress on me? what the fuck did i do? what the fuck cant they do? why the fuck are they on me so fuckin hard? huh?
i didnt tell you or i set it to draft, about how they creep on me sexually. i didnt fuckin tell you that, oh yeah, imagine every sexual move you make someone makes you know theyre watching, by texting you, calling you, knocking on the door, etc, yeah cool huh. very comfortable huh. its not even half of it, its not even a little bit, its just one of the more obvious ones. like when i lived in that trap house for a year getting dicked around by that patrice fuck spreading lies about me with his landlord gang and the cops believing these disreputable men, yup, when i lived on jones the landlord would come knock on my door no less then 10 minutes after i get out of the shower. almost everytime, and its like wtf i thought he lived in markham? what kind of manufacturing and pushing an agenda is this? when i lived on jones there were so many creeps forcing their way into my place, it was the first place i got since parkdale that was self contained (it was bedroom sized bachelor) i was so sick then, peak sick, the fuckin guy forcing his way in all the time, even breaking my glass window, other guys refusing to leave while they copied an ex story or scenario they fuckin stole off something they spied, to make it feel familar for me, so i'd fall for their trap, fuck these guys, write a fuckin rap song about it, watch your coworker sing it, think you know it, cos you read it on my fuckin blog two months ago but you forgot. fuck this shit man its happening to a lot of people that use substances cos theres a lot of research money for that. fuckin hell man. i just wish life was like how it was. it was so different and i was living up to meeting the scene that i was living for only to grow into learning its gone, people left that mind set and now its all i dunno, apps and shit.
and now i got 4 lightswitch plates all made up but i already had a fuckin meltdown cos this last dick is fucking with me like all the dicks. toronto dick is a special kind of dick. biblethumpin kind of you have to know and that would mean....
i guess its just paranoia. i dunno lack of medication? privacy? lonely? isolated? cabin fever? probably just frustrated and lack of brain chem fixed by smokin weed (plus food but no maid for nico unfortunately) gotta go food bank! yay! its sunny today and i still have half a large doob and falling asleep f o o t time to S t r e t c h out and trip out and melt down into a nice puddle that evaporates . . .
i think i gotta shut down my etsy store. i only have trolls buying from me now. none of these people are natural purchases. the last few purchases were timed so hard, like right when im having a really hard time, or like when the fuckin retard like puts my bin with my shop items deep into the new storage and i gotta fuckin haul everything out just to get the damn thing. this will happen and ill get the buyer stressing me out really hard cos im shipping late. ffs its like i just $3 including shipping. the entire year was like this, all the buys were timed creep buys just to abuse and make it harder for me. fuck this last guy i literally had such a god damn hard time getting his fuckin order, i had to pull the printer out and print it, this is after going to the storage twice to look for it then its not there and have to make it, so did the printer then liteally glued the prints in the last temp apartment that scammed me $300 then id been carrying it around in bag for like a week getting spun by aggressive retard and moving. and im sure that fucking guy is reading my blog, jacking off, talking to me online, pretending he doesnt know me. and this is how it goes with me. and people think im paranoid, but when you gone through this much abuse its not paranoia, its being observant.
another fucking thing is this god damn canada post my fuckin fern essential oil order is fuckin missing cos they fuckin sent it to somewhere else instead of the fucking address and now the landlord didnt get the package either cos canada post decides to fuckin send it somewhere else
im so fuckin pissed i cant even enjoy the chinese roommate troll being gone today
probably spoke to soon and one of my abusers gonna send another non disclosure agreement fuck to fuck with me some more . yeah writing it down, oh that tv character familiar? oh all the names in this show that reminds me of me are names of people in my real life weird, oh this film is super familiar oh its too bad i dont read books huh lets toot shit on twitter and watch it get picked up by the media huh oh what about house this fuckin gem? NAH LETS JUST KEEP FUCKING WITH HER WHILE WE STEAL FROM HER
ffs.
kinda like this fuckin hostel ey, every single fuckin corner you got an asshole watching you, there are cameras everywhere I stay. not anyone elses room, i noticed every fuckin corner im being recorded. im fuckin sick of this shit. if theyre so fuckin keen on a sexually active woman why dont they hire ( HIRE AS IN PAY) for a god damn prostitute? why they gotta stress on me? what the fuck did i do? what the fuck cant they do? why the fuck are they on me so fuckin hard? huh?
i didnt tell you or i set it to draft, about how they creep on me sexually. i didnt fuckin tell you that, oh yeah, imagine every sexual move you make someone makes you know theyre watching, by texting you, calling you, knocking on the door, etc, yeah cool huh. very comfortable huh. its not even half of it, its not even a little bit, its just one of the more obvious ones. like when i lived in that trap house for a year getting dicked around by that patrice fuck spreading lies about me with his landlord gang and the cops believing these disreputable men, yup, when i lived on jones the landlord would come knock on my door no less then 10 minutes after i get out of the shower. almost everytime, and its like wtf i thought he lived in markham? what kind of manufacturing and pushing an agenda is this? when i lived on jones there were so many creeps forcing their way into my place, it was the first place i got since parkdale that was self contained (it was bedroom sized bachelor) i was so sick then, peak sick, the fuckin guy forcing his way in all the time, even breaking my glass window, other guys refusing to leave while they copied an ex story or scenario they fuckin stole off something they spied, to make it feel familar for me, so i'd fall for their trap, fuck these guys, write a fuckin rap song about it, watch your coworker sing it, think you know it, cos you read it on my fuckin blog two months ago but you forgot. fuck this shit man its happening to a lot of people that use substances cos theres a lot of research money for that. fuckin hell man. i just wish life was like how it was. it was so different and i was living up to meeting the scene that i was living for only to grow into learning its gone, people left that mind set and now its all i dunno, apps and shit.
and now i got 4 lightswitch plates all made up but i already had a fuckin meltdown cos this last dick is fucking with me like all the dicks. toronto dick is a special kind of dick. biblethumpin kind of you have to know and that would mean....
i guess its just paranoia. i dunno lack of medication? privacy? lonely? isolated? cabin fever? probably just frustrated and lack of brain chem fixed by smokin weed (plus food but no maid for nico unfortunately) gotta go food bank! yay! its sunny today and i still have half a large doob and falling asleep f o o t time to S t r e t c h out and trip out and melt down into a nice puddle that evaporates . . .
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