First off, the people who assign our fates, and they do, were cruel with mine and now wonder why their sloppy mess didn’t work. It doesn’t matter what you tell them. People like Bjork, unintelligent but talented, think they know best. When they come into your life, they trash the place. It’s like how they tried to get me to marry after making it so that other children alienated the disabled and how they were somehow better. She sings, “Isobel,” and it’s a simple excuse to hide and not marry. My awareness has been so blasted that it seems stupid to me. Plus, in society, my life is extremely unstable. I fly with the wind. Indeed, they designed it this way. Does God ever find fault with His design? I’ve wondered about that.
People like Bjork wonder why people start screaming, and it’s because nobody listens ever. These people come into your life, tell you what’s what, and then when you sink like the Titanic, they claim a victory with a justification.
Do I have the right to survive? What is the purpose of survival for the low? If we were gone, would humanity be cleaner, less chaotic, and perfect? Someone else just takes our places, it seems to me.
Sadness.
So one of the talkers, and yes, I occasionally get a guest who isn’t some psycho slave driver, said that my crush was going to ask this girl to marry him come Christmas. I’m happy for the couple. I’ll make another fake boyfriend for people like Bjork to fret over. She’s a small-town girl in the end. Do you know what an adult relationship is, honey?
The commie block looks more promising than her face. Anyway, since no one will save me, I want to write and travel around. I’m sure I’m blacklisted, and I’m sure it won’t matter. I always end up on some list. Many people are like, wtf? when they meet me. People like Bjork make my list so ridiculous.
I come in, short and fat, with a bloated face like my mother. Homewrecker right here, man. Oh, look, I’m death, too, decay. I end up loaded with sin. I absorb it all. I’m still mad that I was destroyed for having a crush on Durov. U
I like this song minus the end where she’s on the stretcher. This is designed to make us all ignorant, have no awareness and no ability to fight against their moves. I guess this is what they came up with after COVID where many were freed. I guess I’ve had so many operations now, and the damage in general, that I’m not in beetard land like their victims will be. You will be immortal, happy (probably high), wealthy for all that you do, and I’ll be in a hearse or worse, married to another tard next to a dumpster or completely alone and constantly attacked for it. You did this to me. That commie block looks great. Enjoy what you create. You never listen. You never fix anything like in special ed.
https://www.youtube.com/results?search_query=special+ed+abuse
This looks great, KittenYulia.
The commie block and my brain would be nice. I'm so spoiled. Cinderella, the clock has struck midnight. It's time for me to learn the hard way what happens to losers. Put me in the commie block! Some brain assistance would be nice.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?time_continue=85&v=r_QM7oiktpE&feature=emb_title
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