February 6, 2019: READ: I HATE THAT JOB!

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February 6, 2019

Wow!  How about you people stop using me to write stories – AUTHOR – IZED.

Wow!  Tally the votes of what underwear I wear, what shirt I wear, what food I eat, what make-up I wear, and worst of all FINGERS – I HATE THAT JOB!  I-Tally, Italy, I-Taly.

Wow!  I will never love David again!  I will never love David(s) again!  That includes Edison and the FBI guy!  Wow!  I don’t think it was a smart idea to place death threats on the FBI and its government agencies!  However, I will never love him!  I will never love David again!  Go home to your wife and put your black hands there!  Wow!  Black hands!  I will not be protecting you!  Black hands because you want me to be a fan of my mother’s death and murder?!  Go to hell!  Stay away from me!  I do not have an option as to my parking, make no mistake there is no love for you anymore!

Wow, David who never found me sexually attractive!  Wow, David, or whoever this is that never believes I am good enough, smart enough, or pretty enough!  Wow, David who only did it for the money!  He was paid to call me, paid to play a part, paid to call me!  All David cares about is money and looks!  I will never love David again!

You want me to write the story about how Medieval Times got me to Dachau, how I helped create a map?  Go to hell!  What would be the reason why I should continue anything at all?!  You want me to tell you how many people I helped capture by seeing them in Los Angeles at a Mexican restaurant?!  You want me to tell you about my sixteenth birthday?  I am too mad, sad, angry, hurt, upset, and so very, very unhappy!

There is someone or a company or organization that has an insurance policy on me, someone gets money when I die, and it does not look like my brother.  It looks like they will be getting money soon!  I have no plans for the future.  I would rather die than continue living this life, that horrible job!

Wow!  You think I am going to stop and write down the license number of the vehicle that is making me belch and puke?!  That is not who I am!

Wow!  I had to hit my hand while driving to work tonight to try and recover the sensation in my hand!  I had no feeling in my hand for hours while working!  It’s abuse!  They are still doing it!  I WANT THEM TO STOP!

I read people as classical literature!  The fantasy and science fiction reader of books is my brother, not me!  Classical literature!  It is a world of difference!

You stupid woman took me, who was seen by several people because I’ve seen it from them, from their perspective, as the Daughter of the President and put me in an abusive relationship – to train me?!  An abusive relationship and exposed me to drugs – to TRAIN ME as a cop?!  I was catching terrorists, planning maps, spotting people!!  It’s is such a huge difference!

My mother was seen as the President.  Whatever my mother did it was before she was married and it was so good with such good intel and capture, most likely, that she was given the Presidency as communication, and you killed her and had her killed!  Wow!  I hate that job!

Publish the names of every person who has used virtual reality that I never agreed to or have ever given consent to!  EVER!  Publish and name every person and every time it occurred!  There are celebrities and actors getting killed!  Publish their names!  No more secrets.  Knowledge is power!

I unscrewed that light bulb for a reason James Franco it is getting pretty bad.  I would suggest you make a public declaration about what you knew before this all started.  Because you are James Moriarty to someone(s).  Unless you have no problem with death threats and possibly getting killed for it.

Someone wants me to believe they planned my surgery as revenge.  As a way to listen to my thoughts while I was having sex.  It’s nonsense.  The tooth was there before the surgery, there is no reason for it whatsoever!  There were cameras in my home!  Based on what behavior?!  None!

They obviously mistranslated a lot of my facial responses.  It is possible to think about someone else while responding to spoken words.

Miserable!  Sad!  Unhappy!  I HATE THAT JOB!  SOMEONE APPROVE ME TO GET ANOTHER JOB SOMEPLACE ELSE WHERE NO ONE IS SPEAKING IN THEIR EARS!  SINCE I WAS A TEENAGER!

I WAS MEANT TO BE MARRIED, I SEE IT!  I WAS NEVER SUPPOSED TO LIVE A LIFE OF ISOLATION!  YOU WERE WRONG!

I HAVE NO PLANS FOR THE FUTURE!  I AM DONE!  I PLAN ON KILLING MYSELF BECAUSE I HATE IT SO MUCH!  YOU PEOPLE ARE NEVE GOING TO END THIS UNTIL I DIE!  SO, I AM ABLE TO END IT ON MY OWN!

MOST IMPORTANTLY I DO NOT WANT TO LIVE LIKE THIS OR THIS LIFE!

I HATE THAT JOB!

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