I am ashamed of myself, but I'm sure I'll do it again. I can't help it. I float in reality here and there. With medicine, I'm calm.
I still suffer delusions, but they're subtle. Yesterday, I was convinced my cousin knew I was asking Putin for five million dollars (after taxes) and the house on hideaway (after taxes). I had the feelings of a crowd when there was none.
Sorry, Obama, I don't think you're a "fag." I was scared. Where were they to "care" then? I need to learn to stop lashing out at people regardless. One of the problems is that other people treat me like shit, so I turn around and do similar behavior. I don't always get the hint, "We're done."
After reading myself, yet again, I can see why I got a lobotomy. OMG. Why was I out of the nuthatch then?
I'm still irritated about the way the operation was done. They should take us to hospitals and strap us down. I'm not lying. They all kept doing it at once. Then the 8.5 month headache and release.
Also, Putin didn't need to get involved. I know I was possessed by demons, but he only encouraged them. Plus, he was my hero, and he has so much influence. I'm the going off on the monologues of the antihero.
The house and money would have been nice, but Putin can't face me.
Well, I'm going to go now.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xY8Rp4GOPag
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