I have this problem as a distraction.
"Want to get with me with no money? Noooooooooo.. scrub." Prior to them disabling me, I earned my money. Hence, I cared for it and wanted them to stay away from my paycheck and my future. I hadn't gotten a career yet, so I couldn't have children, and I was still helping my mom. In this wicked world, I wear the pants.
Worthless males is a problem I have. People love to try to trap me with them to destroy me. They've done it since I started work and even a little in school. It's part of the adult game. It's how they take my position and other things. I thought I could simply avoid it, and now I realize that we're going to have to make rules.
How do they box me? They say I want a better male. One time, they selected Putin to smash me up against.
Hitting on a superior has to be against the rules and there has to be some sort of disciplinary action that makes it stop like getting circumcised. I don't like having my brain destroyed. That makes me useless and it hurts everyone because they have to carry my burden.
Why can't I confess in this society? I know that if I'm boxed into it, I'm guilty anyway, even if I'm "innocent" and telling "my" truth, which happens to be the actual truth. I usually try to avoid the innocent, pig-squeal session of emotion, though I lament that what's happening is not logical in petty protest. It's almost as pathetic.
Now "they're" singing this about me. I know. I can't pull my weight, and you don't want me because you're not stupid. I don't want the loser guys either. The other day they screamed at me in some deadbeat car. They are so happy that my brain is destroyed.
I'm such a sweet Betty. Not.
I don't want to be in their kitchen. That's their trashy fantasy. They can't even pay the electric bill let alone support me while I'm pregnant. And then it's welfare babies for me as the run off.
Why would I have a crush on a dictator in 1976? Originally, I thought he was God, so I got confused. Oh well, they could have CORRECTED me with their weapons, but they want to be badass. And then other things happened. Well, they boiled me down for one thing and played "master, master" in my head, but I'm not going to blame them all the way because I still had to consent a little. I usually am delusional about my own unimportance. I use these words because I am slightly naive about the extremes people will go to and how they will use me and because a lot of people are delusional about their importance. Unfortunately, I've had to use my name and do other things to survive. I often talk nonstop about myself to get them back for trying to expose my "secrets." What do you want to know? You can look it up.
And in 1976 or when you were young, Putin, I would have kicked you ass. Agents are easy. Dictators are not as easy.
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