America fooled me for a while. I've been told how stupid I am since practically a toddler. When I got older, I was like, I deserve nothing. I've tried to kill myself several times. Ironically a bottle of caffeine pills caused me to sleep for several days. I woke up not knowing where I was, who I was, or anything until I saw my diet coke refillable cup. +shakes+ it's all I had left.
I worked at McDonalds, Braums, Subway, Charlie's Chicken, Town Cafe, and seasonal work. I was exploited heavily as usual. I wasn't good at McDonalds and had two other jobs and school. They didn't treat me poorly. I collapsed in my apartment and didn't show up at work for several days, yet again. They let me go slowly. I don't have a problem with McDonalds, except they won't take my suggestion of using flavor packets to make different kinds of shakes because I no longer work there.
I've had the mark of Cain since kindergarten.
Anyway, everyone hated me at school for being slow or ignoring me--as usual. My "friends" did their life things, went into the worth of debt, which is some bullshit, I'm telling you. It's impossible to earn things. They were wiser. When people like me have real resources, not billions, millions, but just don't have to go into debt for school or enter a credit trap, our "managers," "controllers," "supervisors for Earth," get angry because it messes our places up. "Secret destroyers hold you up to the flames," -- Bullet With Butterfly Wings. It's like, not effing again. Eventually, at 22, it happened. My microbes were like, "We're sick of this body. Bury us, and we'll do better in the dirt." Anyway, the reason you don't want to do that is because we are but bound by mortal chains.
Now they're like, have babies? One, mine won't be normal, fuck you for not listening to me try to explain this. Two, there would be more babies in my family if I would have worked for them in my Hellish life.
Now I get to hear how lucky I was to be in the middle class. lol Really? You got free school, free food, free housing, free cellphones, sympathy, and more opportunities from that. I go the opposite way, which caused my magical third eye to start to open. Don't think I'm special. The third eye came to those who used debt to succeed. I'm a bit late. I don't want to do some of the things they do either.
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