What Is There To Do?: Life Is An Absolute Bore
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Today is March 2nd. Today is just any ordinary day, like any other day. I couldn't bring myself to go look at any million dollar homes like I had planned. I'm just not motivated enough. I know that I don't have anywhere near $12,000 a month to pay for one. I didn't want to waste the realtors time- especially if no one else was there. Then all the attention would have shifted to me, and I would probably have felt embarrassed and guilty for knowing that I didn't qualify beforehand. That's like applying for a job to be a doctor or a lawyer with a felony record and a long criminal history - stupid right?
Predators are too gay and incestuous for me to be out and about for nothing
I don't like being busy for nothing. If I'm busy, I have to have a real purpose for why I'm busy. I can't just be at a bunch of different places hanging out for no reason. People are treating me like some mentally retarded, downlow gay lesbian, fuck face in a wheelchair that wears red fingernail polish and has their mouth stuck wide open with drool coming out 24/7. Yuck.
I don't want to go anywhere near people that have my identity confused for the mentally retarded. People are not smart enough for me anymore. They believe everybody but me. I do not associate with anyone, and I definitely do not associate with the gay and mentally retarded. I am not apart of them or their circles in any way shape or form- and people are always acting like they are too slow to understand that. The defamation that I have to go through is extremely humiliating. And no, I don't paint my nails. And no- I'm not a gay dyke, a tranny, or a man and no- I wasn't in the past.
These predators feel like a deadly disease when I come in contact with them. I didn't waste my time going anywhere. I decided to cook a plate of fried oysters and french fries instead- a meal that I haven't had in a long time.
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I keep smelling the same incestuous predators, confused trannies, and the gay and mentally retarded everyday. They're all around me, and I still don't feel safe. They tell too many lies on me and they are way too racist and stinky. I don't like the way they make me feel. And I don't like how they try to force me to do what they want and I don't like how they frame me and bully me when I tell them no. Most of them are just spoiled brat pussies that throw a fit when they can't have their way. They act like movie characters. They think they're in a movie or something. This is real life, not a movie, and they can not have every thing and everybody that they want. These predators really need a wake up call. What is it going to take for them to get it?
I don't want to set my eyes on all of those disgusting downlow gay, selfish, pigs- especially the ones that hang in cliques. If one of them hate me, then they all hate me. Every single one of them. That's too much nastiness for me to bear. My life is a living nightmare in every city and in every state. The larger the clique, the more gayer and more unbearable the pressure becomes. Why would I want to get bullied by a large mass of people? I don't want to look at them. It's disgusting.
I'm tired of beefing with all of these gay incestuous predators. I want to be able to wake up without the memory of their gay incestuous faces and voices sketched into my memory. I just want to live my life without ever running into their evil kind ever again. That's becoming more impossible to do because they are an extremely large infestation of predators. It's not just one of them, it's hundreds of thousands of them, and I don't want to be in the midst of it. I don't want to get dragged down with all of those nasty ass predators.
I don't know what to do with my free time. I would write Living Around Dangerous Human Predators and How to Survive Them Part 2, but my laptop is broken, and so is my brand new phone. It's going to cost another $600 or more just to fix it. Not to mention the debt that I'm already in.
I'm not going to sit in a public library to write a book because I can smell way too many predators, gays, and pedophiles nearby. They're all over America. There's no where to hide. Predators, gays, and pedophiles hate my guts everywhere I go. They just have no respect for me at all. They are what they are.
