If you know me, and you don't, and I just comment here. I was reading the whole Campbell thing. She's black and so there are "not allowed" thoughts here. We are indirectly racist or raised to let blacks bypass us and then get mad inside. It keeps us at each other. I met many racist blacks in the army. They have a whole different kind of parenting. My mom is a drunk and let us be wild or had/has serious issues. She saved my life with the psychotronic thing. I was like, wait a minute, mommy doesn't like me and wouldn't ever say that. It was too nice. She recently told me to stop calling her. I can only imagine what her confessions would be. Quincy was fried. He told me at a family gathering, 'my brain' is pickled. And I don't drink. The life had fallen from his heart. I'm trapped, right? We all help mom now even though she lies about our upbringing or is mean. We don't need songs like, "Call Me When You're Sober" by Evanescence. That's nice, and one sister goes to clean up the house, as she likes to do that anyway.
My dad is a piece of shit who loves to destroy people and others' problems he can exploit. He's a drunk and has bipolar really bad. I have it, too, and you can ask Campbell about that one and "Spanish Lady." I'm happy when I get a mania and get a lot done. He's like, the darkness has descended. Special ed also crushed me and him, even though they didn't used to put people in to the retard class unless they were severely disabled, like the palsy kids and retarded children. He always gets mad over money and gifts. He does it on purpose to harass my mother. They share things with me, too.
I've had a lot of physical and health problems over the years, several from being attacked, poisoned, you name it. Swollen brain, but heart problems were the worst. Pinuwaka heard the murmur, and they should have seen my vitals around that time. I left her office not feeling so hot, if you can imagine. I feel bad for anyone who has permanent damage. One nurse told me I'd be fine even with the one I had, that it would go away, and the murmur did. And yes, they have agents in the hospitals. They missed my head injury. I don't know how, but they found a way.
My evil thoughts were not bad besides being pissed about not having healthcare (trust me, this is nice), and I couldn't go to school, which I'd been trained to explain my drain... I have issues with boys/men whatever because of how I've been treated by them and my dad. I also like rich men--not trying (fantasy), but it won't happen. I'd be stuck with tantrum boy now, perhaps a younger version. I get sexually assaulted a bunch. Sorry, Durov, I know you love me. Would you like to be matched with me? Don't be successful. I don't even have front teeth. The rest are falling out. Well, draw your own conclusions, nobody. Eventually, and I'm not speaking for Zheani, but we end up getting sick from the training and programming they do. A little out of context but, "drink some of this" or whatever. It's the blood of the holy. Then come one hundred voices. They're mad and want to justify themselves, since all of the spooks.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=whfQf3Pd5bU I couldn't get back in time--had to be tortured, so some of my relatives became entrepreneurs for a while. It makes me laugh. If you do a, we have to do b. It gets to the point where they can't control it anymore. The psycho ops people in the army made me a hypersexual pedophile and bragged about being able to mess with a brain. They don't heal or help. Just wait until paying you guys will be in bribes, and people will pay them to have naughty confessions like that my goal in life is to give Putin an erection and that I have to make room for new life by killing Putin's daughters and that there are Russians at the window. I told my mother, "but I want to be good." When she responded, I was like, she wouldn't ever say that. That was nice.
Good luck! If I don't stay in my current prison, I'll end up in prison after they rob me, saying whatever. I already had to dodge the pedophile thing from them. A trip the doctor. They've already learned that I'm expensive. A lot of cuts were to stop us from moving to such ends because I'm expensive :P
I used to be a Beetard, which made me crazy. It is okay to think. It is okay to not like someone. You don't have to give up everything, you have choices. No more gaslighting.
