So I spent a good deal of 11 years writing about, chasing, and amusing myself on wards with Putin. It made me become healthier after all the negative stuff they throw at us to keep us down and in our graves. I even had a normal feeling of being safe and cared for. Putin was my Jesus. He also knows that I can't keep my mind straight. This has happened several times operation-wise. What they're doing is sick. I mean, America has, indeed, dehumanized me, and they get mad when I putter something out like that I'm a piece of shit on the clearance aisle. They'll say, "That's not true. Stop feeling sorry for yourself." The devil feels sympathy for me by this point.
I started to like Durov after Putin aged out of my range. When I like a guy like that, I care for myself and dream while making better choices, like trying to look nice next to the water fountain or by the knombs. I don't think we'd be together, much as I want to be, because Russian officers can't marry foreigners. It's against Russia's laws. I guess anything can happen in Russia, but it's unlikely. He knows my brain is fractured after all they did to me. I was one of many before they butchered the friends inside my head. I'm sure Daria would love a former hypersexual pedophile (didn't touch them, but what they did to my brain, messed it up badly) around her children. Most moms would be like, OMG no, especially with a head injury and schizophrenia. I have had random people try to get me to watch their kids when I'm walking around. It's like, um, do you know that I have schizophrenia and brain damage. I'm also a security risk because I wander and have a weak, damaged mind. I also look terrible. I am going to exercise more in the group home.
In other news, I found a couple of my yearbooks and trashed them. In the ones I had, there was no smile for a good reason. I'll admit, too, that I signed my own yearbook and wrote, "Too cool" next to my picture. I know someone else who does that... the last generation shall end the world!
