To have it stolen, to steal from others, that I requested help but look at this. It changes the playback each time I replay it. Even in a matter of 1 second. Her dad showed up at my work, and said, nobody cares if you drink poison. I think the message is clear. I should’ve filmed it. It’s like accepting death, because I’m constantly told I’m subhuman. There isn’t a tomorrow. Everyone’s a bunch of copies. And she put that on White Sands. “You’re ugly, Did I?” To stab me for being on here and believing in her? She did that for so long. Just to say fuck you. Well here’s mine. You steal mine, I steal yours, thing. It never happened.

A fuck you bug at the end. Solidified. If I don’t do this, I can’t do the situation justice. All those years, stolen. It’s time now. There’s no other way. I’m sure someone fucked up like her is just laughing. She can do all of these bad things and somehow receive a military tribute. This is it. I’m accepting the reality, now.