The joke is on me, I suppose.
It's not like anyone is going to tell the truth, much as they yell at me to, a child's trick. Putin doesn't have the courage to face me or make up for his "attention." I've learned a lot being mentally ill. It means I have no value in reality, so I ignore it. My brain is trashed anyway.
I can have the invisible.
I've spent most of my life balancing other people's lies, the worlds they dwell in despite limitations. They're someone, they're anything, and I'm roadside garbage. I also have to deal with the attackers who attempt to cause schisms in my world for their own profit.
My life is not my own.
I'm not even allowed my own mind, my own time. I'm tired of them.
All and all, I wish Putin would just pay me so that I can have a nice life, too. They all yell, "I'm going to have a good life, so I'm staying away from you!" What is truth without open eyes?
Working Class Hero -John Lennon
There's no point in trying.
