Thursday, February 14, 2019

I AM SO SICK OF THE NIGHTMARE [AND TWITTER]

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“Here I sit, broken–hearted…. tried to s***, but only farted.”

As I sit here thinking about my life– that saying comes to mind. Partly cuz I’m often gassy, and partly because I’m just flat out broken–hearted all–together. I don’t want to be a part of the dog and pony show anymore. I don’t want to participate in the terrorist–funded Twitter debate anymore. I don’t want to fight for this country’s “values” anymore. This is so sickening to have to admit, that I just don’t want to do it anymore. That I don’t agree with “American values”, that I don’t want to negotiate with terrorist democrats, and that I think Trump is wasting lots of valuable time even catering to them at all, no matter how hard he tricks them for money– or whatever the case may be. I’m just tired of fighting. I just sit here and I’m thinking about how hard I’m trying to help, but also sitting here and thinking about how much this has costed me.

Fighting this battle (cuz face it, this doesn’t constitute as a war) is getting to me. I can’t think, I can’t eat, I can’t sleep. This is driving me absolutely nuts. One side of the spectrum, I’m getting used, just straight pumped for content, comments, and anything else the world can plagiarize from me while they’re at it. And this all just makes me absolutely sick to my stomach. And then on the other side of the spectrum, I’m getting led on by females who just care about their own image, and don’t care about me in the least (even though they talk a good game and make it seem like they do). I just can’t take this anymore, and I’m to the point that I just don’t know what to do anymore. I don’t even know what I want to do, I am just lost as ever, with no signs of improving direction.


I can’t take this nightmare anymore. I can’t take the cover ups, the having to prove myself and my claims, the lies I keep having served to me on a paper–plate. It’s to the point that I don’t even want to leave my home anymore. There’s nothing but bullshit waiting for me outside of these doors. I have not turned myself into an agoraphobic, I am just sick of going outside and having to deal with what I am seeing. I am sick of having to be the one to say that enough is enough, I am so sick of having to be the world’s “Captain Save–A–H*”. I feel like I’m the only one who gets it. I feel like I’m the only one who’s seeing this. I start to think that maybe everyone is right, maybe I am just going crazy…. but then, (for example) I leave the house to go to one of the grocery stores here in this small town, and I see what I can only guess is a pedophilia operation being ran out of Safeway and Fred Meyer. How sick is it that I can’t even go to the f**king grocery store without a blatant pedophilia operation being all up in my face? It’s sickening to say the least!

What the f*** kind of town is this? The name of it means young, you can’t even grocery shop without a pedo gate, and there’s secret tunnels hardly anyone even realizes are there. All one big f**king secret! Well, I’m also sick of the secrets. So, I take to bullshit contraptions (Facebook & Twitter) that are run by people I not only hate, but are also looking a lot like terrorist organization fronts the more I keep digging for the truth. I’m tired of having to dig for what’s real. Should I start taking a hog with me everywhere I am just to dig up all the truffles? I don’t get it. And here’s why…. IT’S OBVIOUS, IT’S PLAIN AS DAY, IT’S IN MY FACE, AND I DON’T EVEN HAVE TO GO FAR TO LOOK FOR IT. Why shouldn’t I be sick of this nightmare? What, should I just join them in this f**kery? Because, I disagree. If it was up to me, I’d pop a cap in a ton of the people living here with no reservations. “Why?”, you might ask. Hello, DID YOU READ ANY OF THIS? PEDOPHILIA IN THE GROCERY STORES!!!!

I SHOULD NOT HAVE TO CALL THE COPS ON THIS, IN FACT, THE COPS ARE IN ON THIS. WHY SHOULDN’T I BUST A CAP IN ED MERCER’S ASS? CUZ, IT’S ILLEGAL? OKAY, THAT’S RIGHT…. WE’RE NOT HOLDING PEOPLE ACCOUNTABLE FOR CRIMES AROUND HERE, JUST MURDER. What the f*** planet am I on out here in backwoods–spider–country? I just do not feel safe and secure here, and the things I am noticing is pissing me off. I’m not here to mince any words, but this is getting heated, and I would rather not sit here and act a fool just because some dumbass with authority thinks it’s okay to run a pedophilia gate operation right out of our local grocery stores. You can’t tell me you don’t see this s***. If you even think to tell me that I’m imagining things, that’s a great way to get yourself put under scrutiny, but I know you dumbasses will still attempt to be a dumbf*** liar anyways. GOD, I AM SO SICK OF YOUR S***!!!!

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