Other Crazies

So, I've been trying to get Putin to pay me the settlement for years now.  I spent some of those years in agony from a head injury, which was brought on by Putin's influence and using the picture that inspired everyone to "cure"/"kill me."  I don't understand some people.  Why are they so emotional over a simple transaction?


The first crazy I got thought I wanted to marry Putin and wouldn't leave me alone about it. This was after the incident with the attempted suicide nor "friends with cures."  We'll leave the weird father-daughter dynamic out of it.

Sorry, I'm not a sociopath.  Other people have issues, too. Why are mine so damn important? 

Oh well.  She did nothing to me but rant about how Putin wouldn't marry me, and she wouldn't stop.  On the dream machine, I confessed the depth of my soul, countless words never to be emulated again.

"What do you want?"
"To give Putin an erection."
"What?"
"There are Russians at the window."

So much for that machine making us tell the truth.  I really, really wanted to fuck Putin.  I was at that age.  Little ball of frustration.  So. Damn. Desperate.  I hate being ugly.  Anyway, I don't want to marry Putin.  That would be awkward and impossible, really.  I do not know much about Russian culture.  I happen to think their leader is hot even still, but I can't feel it, just think it. 

I love you, baby.

Another crazy came around, and now I'm a terrorist.  There was a time I had to spread all over the internet to survive, as things are still fragile at the moment.  As for doing it on purpose, I have an IQ of 116 and severe memory problems.  Are you joking? I was.  I was desperately trying to keep them away.  I don't even know how to blow anyone up.  I understand grenades (which I'm good at) and the M16. 

I want the settlement, Putin.

I Would like it Monday, if Possible

I lost a good chunk of my life, was harmed and chased like a dog.  I'm destroyed.  Other things happened, too.

It's too late to use stem cells, and they don't know how to use them on a newly damaged brain (basically, it has to be fresh, as I was for nearly two years).

I want peace away from this crazy world.  I want the settlement.  I'd like to move ASAP, but it's up to the leader when.  Know I really want it, of course. 

I shall hide until I die.

Having a Weak Mind

Often times, I try to go along with the flow in life.  I never developed good argumentative skills.  I tend to shy away from other things or be fractured, these days.

This is a rant about Putin in some respects.  I went back on myself because I didn't know what to do.  It was his fault in some respects, and what annoys me even more is not only that he won't confess, but the fact they can -- and did -- use weapons to see into our minds. 

Many people live in a bubble, but this technology has been around since the seventies.  Recently, they have used it on a campaign to save money on mental health expenses.

People hate the mentally ill. 
  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TyqNlMoLp9M  <--it's annoying.  My "masters."  Meds have helped me.  The assaults on my mind did not.

I'll admit I was sick -- and they knew  it -- but they decided to play games on me. 

Anyway, if they were so concerned about cost, why not use the mind machines to see who is sick and who isn't? 

No, no, we have to be kooky, like thirteen year old boys playing with a rat in a box.

I want the settlement. 

Triggers

I hate to use the word "trigger."  It reminds me of the way our brains have been raped.  I became aware of it around 20.  I'd had triggers before that, but I wasn't a conscious being yet.

I spent a lot time in angry land with triggers and their delusions.  I couldn't think. 

I read a comment I'd written recently, and I know it could have bothered people, but I haven't been able to express myself PC for a long time because my brain has been altered.  The comment was made about how underprivileged students got everything, and I had to work blah, blah, and I had to join the army to get school.

School has been a goal for a long time.  If only I could go fulltime, I'd be like them.  Satan played a joke on me where he had me jump through various hoops, and, in the end, I became even more disabled.

haha

Back in the day, people were really cruel to me about school, and it was treated like a privilege.  Like you guys know, I was in special education, and it hurt my education because we sat in a room with many others and got the answers given to us.

I harbored  a lot of hate in my heart from all that, and I went into myself.  I had some family problems growing up, too, and I became tired of always taking the blame and owing people.

The triggers and their delusions caused me to do some stupid things.  Not anymore.  I am a person, and I can be wronged, like with what Putin did.  I try so hard... and it never works. Not whining anymore, and I'm not giving up.

Anyway, I don't hate underprivileged people.  They have their burdens--more than me.  We all do, no matter what class you're in.

BTW, if you asked half of the people on the street about privilege, single moms, welfare queens black people and Medicaid, you'd get some nasty hearts, too.  It's why the psychotronic people pick them.

I work as hard as I can on myself, but I'll never be perfect.