Thursday, November 14, 2024

If my tears undo catastrophes,

and I have no tears left for the cretins, how do they keep avoiding death

The outrageous abuse I suffer at the hands of my parents and their families has made it sincerely impossible for me to LIVE, if not in accordance with their version of me. Their version of me is not me. Therefore, I am meant to be without money, without food, without family or friends, without employment, without my own children, without anything meaningful, whatsoever. They have crafted this existence for me, in a space within me that should not exist. A space that only exists because of how abusive they have always been. What I mean to say is, they took what God intended to be a gift (my unique eyes), and literally beat them into submission to them, systematically killing any shred of consciousness that accompanied them. 

My parents and their families torment anyone who recognizes this about me, and tries to help me. Like Michael, Bj, Steve, Tommy, and this entire household. Companies that try to hire me must consent to abusing me. People who let me live with them must consent to abusing me. God forbid any man try to fall in love with me. Because I belong to my parents, somehow. I am clearly not a child. I clearly have my own free will, which in no way aligns with theirs. It seems to me that I should be bound to them in no way. But somehow they keep maintaining their control over me.
Somebody explain this to me. Make it make sense.

They have wasted so much of my existence attempting to force me into being a shameless piece of shit, despite the fact that that is impossible, and they repeatedly kill me when I do not comply. How the hell is everyone else just lounging back watching this happen to me?? Surely I'm "big enough," by now, for everyone who isn't okay with this to all buck up at once and take them out. Why isn't that happening?
Anyone who seeks to destroy my heart should not continue to breathe. Period.

Oh, yeah, and the "enjoyable sex" my sperm donor compelled me to announce in that Blood picture was with him. Inherently making it not enjoyable sex. Somebody tell me how the man whose sperm fertilized the egg inside my incubator that created me manages to rape me forever, without me ever seeing him, hearing him, feeling him, anything. And tell me why my hair and eyes look brown and blue when I'm not "complicit" with their evil, but they're orange and green when he's raping me... Orange and black when they're using me to destroy beings I would never in an eternity harm. They use me to do the exact opposite of what I would do if I had a choice. And, still, the nightmare continues.
I'm sure the cretins are so proud of themselves, but what are the rest of you? ๐Ÿคจ

Elon, do not let them leave this planet, please. They will die here.๐ŸŒ
For some reason, it doesn't quite feel like Ashby hates me, today. Avoidant, still, sure. But not an asshole without a cause, so that's nice.https://youtu.be/O_TOdMXbkEY?si=LDdEMJuxAkp2Mhmq

I shouldn't have to fight for my right to not be under control.
But I'm stupid if I'm not evil, right? I need the cretins to keep me straight, don't I? ๐Ÿ‘ฝ
๐Ÿšซ๐Ÿ‘ฝ๐Ÿšซhttps://youtu.be/XRDK2iXQ1ho?si=dFKqwFAHt5XaT1OP๐ŸŒ
https://youtu.be/INufmnojAyY?si=zJfMsBJE-TkaJ4Ad
Once upon a time, I asked Ashby if he knows how to unsplit personalities. 
I suppose his answer was more or less, "Yeah, kinda. Come here." Evidently.
https://youtu.be/wvOSl80H0nM?si=GH2rBGBDQ4uJEc1F
Born into the Cabal like ๐Ÿ˜ต‍๐Ÿ’ซhttps://youtu.be/kCaKrKb_e0k?si=FHX0u6tSdyrp9Fdp
๐ŸŒ๐Ÿ‘พ๐ŸŒhttps://youtu.be/Z2YiRgGjF1Y?si=NADpRliAqloJriGr๐Ÿค–๐Ÿ‘ฝ๐Ÿค–
ohdamn.https://youtu.be/MpP-H0PQWUw?si=hEIrZy-rCPKl27Know
I've said all I had to say to the cretins, and I'm certainly not gonna try to hurt myself fighting with someone I wouldn't be fighting with if he were himself.

Ashby, feel free to help yourself, whenever you're back to feeling like yourself. 
Anything that's not that is none of my business, anymore. Y'all enjoy your choices.
https://youtu.be/oEEIzTCy6LU?si=DfLJDXBylji_sV-Q

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