Thank God Debbie Died

I don’t mean Debbie from the movie I just saw, Same Kind Of Different As Me.  I mean I am glad Debbie/Deborah who played the minister at my brother’s wedding, who maneuvered me into sitting on the opposite side of my brother at his wedding.  I am glad she is dead and gone.  I know my brother’s wedding is a complete sham.  They have never acted like a couple, and his husband appears to be a different man every time I see him.

I walked to my car tonight and someone had scratched a 2 at my rear tire on the pavement.  I mean really, I am still here like this?!!  I am still having to live this life of which side of my own garage I walk in and out from?!

I want to get away from you David.

Someone has altered my WEN so that my private parts no matter how much soap of water I use constantly feel sticky.  I have no idea how much you must despise a person to sink so low as to want to violate their genitals.  It’s disgusting.  It is inappropriate in the workplace.

A man who actually cares shows up in person.  He does not send a second or third-party.  He actually does it himself.

I am so disgusted by you David.  James Franco is an idiot whom I only met on a monorail once.  Oh yeah, and he donned a disguise and worked with me at The Container Store, but I do not know him.  I will never believe nor care for him in that way.  I am not so simple to believe any celebrity or famous person given my current condition could or does ever see me in that way.

Life is simply not worth living without love.  I cannot begin to imagine the cruelty a person must have to condemn a person to forced isolation and solitude for these many years.

How do I get to move on?  How do I get to have a life of my own?  I bought gas at that gas station because I did not have any other choice.  If I was able to choose on my own, I would choose differently.  But, I do not have control over my life anymore.  And, I am tired of every other person having power of me to tell me how and where to drive and park my car, etc.

You may think I am just tired from having to be up two days and nights in a row to get everything done I was unofficially assigned to do.  But, I never want to see you again David.  Things can never go back anymore.  I am so ashamed of any connection to you anymore.

My garage door has been so finicky I don’t feel comfortable leaving the interior lock .  Why should I not be allowed keyed access into my own home?  Why should anyone else be allowed keyed access into my home?

I am sick from sleep deprivation.

You make me sick David.