July 17, 2017
To Jeremy Renner:
Flip-flops,
It is devastating.
It is devastating to discover the whole reason I am at is because David thought I was gay. That is my take-away. No wonder I have been so fucking depressed. There is no even-flow for me. Anybody would hate having self-tanner placed in their soap. Even with all the hydrogen peroxide I have put in my soap all I feel is grease. Anybody would hate gaining weight from eating one meal a day. Anybody would hate having tricks played on them. Anybody would hate having oil placed in their soap. It is not an enjoyable experience. Everything has sent my vagina screaming, no wonder I am so fucking depressed every day. Because of this information I do not believe I can support in any way. It is not funny in any way to abuse one of your own employees. Which is what this is entering an employee’s home while they are at work. It’s abuse.
Based on moral grounds I do not believe I can in any way support or endorse , shows, or products because of how they have treated me and abused me. What show goes out of their way to abuse its own star.
This house is closed.
If it were up to me I would be elsewhere. It is devastating.
It’s not even up to me the path I walk, with that psycho doctor walking around. Plus, it is part of my job to place items in the , so there is no way to completely avoid .
On moral grounds, there is no way I can enter or exit 2. There is no even flow.
I have no idea why the L.A.M.P.E. people are at work. All I understand is it is L.A. Because of my hands I will not share what I saw in those people.
Do you understand me?! I ain’t that bitch’s bitch!!!!!!!
I have no idea what is going on with the gates here. All I know is yesterday I did not go out the gate that was open because of all the signs the day before saying open house on Sunday.
There should not be any game with the gates here. This house is closed.
I want another . I do not wish to continue living like this. It is more than depressing. Living like this has made me suicidal. No joke. This is not a life. This is jail. This is torture. This is punishment. This is a life sentence I do not deserve. The whole world gets to live and love, but me. There is no love in glass. There is no love in being on one side of the glass while the rest of the world is on the other side.
I was manipulated into turning that radio on again.
I am so over having to drive this stupid fucking route. I cannot go back the way of turtle as it is the way of baby which is the way of soft which is not now nor has it ever been the truth.
I was tricked and manipulated into having to replace the monitor PC.
I would love to tell you the work my father does teaching GED classes at The Lighthouse, or how he spent most of my life teaching ESOL. Or, the work my mother did with refugees in the 80’s. There were a lot of Romanians that fled to Oregon in the 80’s. Vietnamese, Laos, at this moment I can’t even remember all the nationalities. Plus, all the work with exchange student which in a way we all helped as a family. A lot of Japanese exchange students. But, because of my hands, I don’t wish to share.
WE - DO NOT AGREE! 