Revenge is Coming...
06/28/2025 8:19 PM
Today was mostly fine. Yesterday was a nightmare of yelling and strange reactions. Today has just been emotional. I have been thinking about things that someone did, that someone said. Disgusting things. The vile thing you created. You are a sick thing. And I think you know that. It isn't hard to get on the right path with how far you've strayed. That makes me sick. You did disgusting, dirty, unfair things to me. I'd love to watch you get torn back down to nothing, then vanish. Maybe you'd think about what you did. Or maybe you'd hate me forever. It doesn't matter though, because your just an innocent little creature who needs love and attention and you "don't know any better" and can supposedly do no wrong. You just shove excuse after excuse about illness and stress, but you're killing people and causing hell. You know it's wrong and you know what you're doing. You act and post like it's all a fun little game, but you're a disgusting pervert and an asshole. ... Anyway, I brought some things to someone's house, just to drop of because I know she's busy. But, to my surpise, you let me in. We went and got coffee together and talked about yesterday. Then I went to the store. It was really hard to carry everything. If I woke up one day and I could walk and feel normal, no more pain and disorder, I'd literally give ANYTHING. Anything at all. It's embarassing walking through the store like a fawn who's standing for the first time, carrying two jugs of milk like an idiot who can't use their arms right. Then it left big creases all over my skin too. It's annoying. The cold of the milk made my arm and fingers turn pure white and go numb, that happens all the time and it always aches so so bad. It's painful. I had my forearm crutches with me, but I knew I woulnd't be able to carry the milk if I used them, and if I got an electric cart, i'd have nowhere to put the crutches. It sucks. My knees are very swollen and yellow from bruises. But I have work tommorrow. So I'm gonna suck it up like always. I do like working, if I had the choice, I'd choose work every time. And everyone I know with disabilies like mine feels that way, which makes me feel good. It makes me feel normal, able bodied. It's nice even though it literally kills me. My doctor says not to work, not to walk without crutches and to always take it easy. But I'm 19. I want to live and work and meet and talk to people. If that kills me, at least I got to do it. The coffee makes me dizzy. I've been very distraught today about the horrible things that happened to me right under my nose. I wish I wasn't so gullible and trusting. I'm good at making people happy and being nice, kind, making friends. but I can't confront others, it's used against me every single time. But you are not free, this will not go under the rug. You should be afraid. I know exactly where you are and I will crush you like an ant. I'm not letting it slide, I'm not letting you be disgusting and abusive anymore, not to me or anyone else. Keep your eyes peeled. I;ve got my eye on you A.M. I always do. ... Forgot to take my damn meds...
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