Only words,

no more pictures. 

Kinda like how my blog started. 

Goodnight, World. 😴

Sunday, May 25th

Hm. I guess it's time to start learning how to cope with the fact that I'm tiny and ultimately insignificant, and there's nothing I can do to forcefully stop all the trafficking.

Tuesday, May 27th

Happy birthday, Sister. 🥳

♪a genius with no genes in it♪

   {me>cabal}, on the inside.

Yes, I'm still capable of feeling intelligent, even after all that. 🤣 Bummer, satanic haters. I know how you work, assholes.

Someday, my posts will get back to "normal." Who knows when that will be, I don't have a best friend to overshare with. And I still feel nefariously influenced, psychologically, sometimes. Like tryna recycle Elon feelings. 🙄 The cabal needs to be dissolved, in its entirety. 🧼 Make yourself useful, Elon. Or don't, and finally convince me you're one of them, instead. I've previously only thought that when you didn't swoop in and save me. But I suppose I don't actually need saving. A whole lot of other people do, though. Go save them.

I'm realizing, this morning, the way I felt peace wash over me about Hannah when she was a baby, is the same way I've felt all the myriad of God&Luci stuff I've felt. Deeply and seemingly undeniably. Once upon a time, I prematurely stated that I don't believe in anything, I either know it or I don't. Then, seemingly the cabal figuratively dragged me all over the crazy map by my hair, effectively discrediting most everything about me. Except my heart, though. I haven't always expressed it well, but nobody can accuse me of not caring about anything.

I'm kinda thinking they habitually feed individual God complexes, and then flip script on the receptive ones, tryna convince them they are in fact the opposite, like I believe they did to me. (👽) Which often leads people like me to killing themselves, when they realize they are absent any significant affect on the world. Some people dive into the darkness they were never previously a part of. I could never. My heart never actually moved. So did I really stop loving everyone except myself, for a moment there, like I said I did? Or was that yet another psychological lie? Tryna make me feel guilty for things they forced me to feel. Hm. Just thoughts. ✍🏻💭

Thursday, May 29th

https://youtu.be/fXrpnl3NkFE?si=PK4nI-nKv0j_JV1x

That's exactly it, I've been preyed upon. In a very "hands off" kinda way. It didn't go as well as they'd hoped, but various folks out there have literally used the cabal's resources to prey on me, in particular. I don't think I'm special, in that regard. Most of us are preyed upon, in some way or another. I do think I'm special in the way I handled it, though. 🤷🏼‍♀️ Maybe not, time will tell.

I found it.🙂

https://youtube.com/shorts/Sp4ZB2vsWNg?si=bb801dodn6x-HIu2

Wednesday,, May 7th

I think the cabal tried to convince me we're them, using tactics that typically successfully lead to suicidesssssssss.

Thursday, May 8th

https://youtube.com/shorts/nvpE5bFtZEc?si=vT9LFKjBQZDfCLx4

Saturday, May 10th

@cabal;https://youtu.be/1bgpUeRpmnc?si=il-VupXxBJVImzzz

Monday, May 12th

And he has been used to

develop weapons nobody"knows" about.

I can see how the life he's created for himself could be a seemingly inescapable prison of doom and gloom... Hm.🤔

I'm glad I (kinda) pay attention to (some)

 famous people, now. 🧘🏼‍♀️

Tuesday, May 13th

♪it's easier to blame someone else♪

Intellectual integrity is rough. 

Sure, I was (am) almost certainly targeted. 

But I should've been smarter than

psychological force and manipulation.

🌐

Most times I see someone wearing Duke gear, I tell them that school started sending me mail in 3rd grade. Because I'm smart. What I hadn't pieced together is that was the year after Cassidy (a classmate) molested me in school. That's the cabal's game. Corruption and sexual abuse, presented as a package deal with the system. "Take your trauma, and follow us.👹"

https://youtube.com/shorts/ZGgby7IMZV8?si=ICgbnBdc-dlJWy5m

"They" knew. "They" always know. "They" are the ones paying ungodly amounts of attention to everyone, and playing god with our lives.

And, now, after last year, I know how much worse trauma than my own feels, so I've got that going for me. I can't think about all the very real trafficked children (people) without tearing up.

Most of y'all would probably wanna bury Elon under a jail, if you knew what I'm all but certain his intellect has been used to do. I just wanna give him a hug and smoke a blunt with him and Claire. Ask them some real life questions that have nothing to do with evil shit.

Like, "How do you tolerate fame?"

And, "Where do you really live?"

And, "How many clones does it take to be you?"

And, "Please tell me y'all are secretly perfect for each other.👀"

Wednesday, May 14th

"That's not a question.""And it never will be." 💝♾️💝

(Maybeh)

https://youtube.com/shorts/0p3bmXxolzM?si=QXoHfG2-Qak2Cv4B

I have so many apologies to make. 😳 Pretty much everything that makes me feel like that {😳} needs an apology. It's a lot. 😂.😏 All in due time. I'm still in no hurry. Fuck that concept. "tImE iS rUnNiNg OuT!👹" No, it ain't. Not for all the really real people who really love me. 🙂

Like Tad and Cam (from a distance), CAW folks and families, Boris&Alicia, good Lord.🤦🏼‍♀️ So many. Hannah. 🥲

Nobody can say, "But she never stopped loving you," because I did; I stopped loving everyone except myself for a minute, there. Because that's what I had to do to survive. #Truth.

I was drowning in a mind full of lies,

with nobody to anchor myself to. 🌊 

I think Elon is their version of a living God.

Their worship turned him into a war ship.

I don't idolize him, I love him. And (iThink) he found me.

Even if all I am is someone.

Friday, May 16th

Famous folk, y'all just gonna have to take one blanket apology for all the crazy about y'all. I ain't got the time, and the apology IS just as "loud" as the insult(s). 🌐🗣️🌐 I'm still crazy about Elon, but that's just cause he's awesome.

Wednesday, May 21st

Could call it Blunt Blunts,

or something like that.😚💨

Thursday, May 22nd