My point in sharing and writing this, is this has been the worst experience of my life. I would not wish this life on any person. It has changed me so completely into a person I cannot stand to look at anymore. It is my opinion that matters most since I am the only one that has to live with me.
David Wolfe, these last fours years happened. You allowed them to happen. It changes everything I have ever felt about you – ever. I never want to speak or see you again for as long as I live which may not be so long. You allowed something in me to be killed. You cannot change or alter that fact. You allowed this to take place in my body. I saw you on your motorcycle heading the opposite direction from me on the way to Moffit. The small black man in the orange Dodge challenger with the Obama tag in front of my vehicle. This has been the worst experience of my life. I would rather have died! It is not something you get to say sorry for. There is no comeback from it. You have imprisoned me, starved me, forced fed me, violated me – you got your wish, you will never speak to me again. And, you have never had the nerve to speak to me in person. All those times. All those opportunities, you could have approached me – you never did. You never will. That is who you are. James Franco is just an actor. He is not a man of any character. He has been trying to force me to marry a skin-suit for years. He is a disgusting human being.
I do not forget it was you, David who called me, drove by my house – not me. You have changed everything David. This hurt you’ve caused cannot be erased or apologized for. There is no excuse for what you have done. None. None. None. None. None.
I will forever be angry with God because of you David Wolfe.
I will never speak nor write anything positive about this experience, this house ever in my life. So, how the fuck did you ever expect it to end anyway? Other than with my suicide.
Chelsea Handler has been a most horrible experience. I wouldn’t wish it upon any person.
02/13/2018 23:08 – started writing about thirty minutes ago.
My head is a mess.
My head is far from clear.
My head is groggy and groping for logic.
Here are how these events took place – remember this is all one experience to me, I am the only one that lives this life. No one else, but me lives my life. I bought gas at Flying J, I do not remember which grade of gas I purchased. I bought the gas at pump 14, the connection being the hotel I stayed at in California. The town – I have no idea anymore. Following the road trip in 2013, I was forced and made to throw away all receipts, give away clothes, etc. I was not allowed to do anything the same way as I had previously lived which still makes no sense to me. However, the hotel room in that town in California, after LA, after Sacramento, was one of the worst experiences. The hotel room was dirty. The heat did not work, so I was freezing cold. The hotel office was closed to me. I could not get help from anyone. I finally got a little heater from the office. I was huddled over the heater for hours trying to get warm. I did not feel comfortable using the bathroom in the hotel room I paid for. I was gross, dirty, and I was too cold to take my clothes off.
See, I was made and forced to prove my sexuality. So, on the road trip I had to constantly make sure I slept in King sized beds. I was made to believe that – it’s hard to imagine that in this day and age a person could be made to think they had to prove their sexuality, however they had ways to manipulate me and my brain into untruths – if I slept on a Queen sized bed I was somehow engaging and allowing to sleep with a Queen, sleep on a Queen, and so on. It is the dumbest thing I have ever heard of.
I could not go on and on forever every time to ALWAYS get a King-sized bed. At some points I was simply unable to keep moving, so some places were Queen sized beds.
So, California, dirty King bed, pump 14 at Flying J. The following day of the gas purchase, the gates at my housing complex closed. Leaving me with no option to enter or exit my complex. I was locked inside my own complex. I called the HOA, to get help. I spoke with Chelsea Handler pretending to be a member of my HOA. She harassed me until I finally got her to give me a code, so I could use my own gates. Which in the end still did not work.
Going back just a little earlier in the day, when the gates closed, and the code box at the entrance no longer worked with the previous codes, I went through my files to find the remote for the gates that I received from when I first moved in. However, the gate remote was missing a component which rendered the device unusable.
When, I told Chelsea Handler that the remote I was given was unusable (my guess, now is the remote was altered after I was given the item – illegal entry) she went on how much time had passed since I moved in. In other words, she forced me to purchase a new remote.
On the remote that did not work, on the paperwork, was ACT 21-22. I was made to purchase a new remote. I have no idea why. Because entering my home while at work – IS NOT ACTING!!!!!
That day of the gates closing I was several hours late to work which is not a good sign.
23:15
Seattle was a Queen bed, A. Grenier, dinner with Obama, green bed spread, fire lights at one window. Super star, someone in the hall said, I think she could be a super star which I most certainly am not – just look at me.
2/15/2018 04:19
I miss my Thursday. I miss Thursday. I miss Thursday. I miss Tuesday.
WE - DO NOT AGREE! 