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April 22, 2019
Listen up FBI, consider this your final warning! We are broken up; you are not my FBI man anymore, you never were. I only said it because I believed it was needed. I am at my end. Consider the chunk of hair on my window, your final warning. We are through. Do not use me, or work with me again.
I am not reading your news anymore.
I told you not to bring the real Hannibal Lecter around and you did it anyway.
You have brought people from the US military in my workplace to kill me. I more than do not appreciate that. Consider this your final warning and lesson; we will not be working together again.
Lesbians; consider this your final lesson; you will never have my protection – ever.
You have lesbians putting their weight on me through the air at work, I more than do not appreciate that.
I am more than at my end with that stupid white female lesbian who poses as a black man who is petty, and does not know anything about leadership, honesty, or decency.
I am at my end with the stupid walkways at work. I do not have to walk on the weather-side, or anywhere else.
I cannot stand Chris speaking to me anymore.
You have the real Hannibal Lecter speaking to me dismissively, with meanness and jest trying to mimic how my father says my name. I do not appreciate that. He does it to show how little he thinks about my real father. I do not appreciate that. I do not appreciate having to work with a serial killer.
You have the real Hannibal Lecter doing nothing but trying to manipulate my feelings. I am more than sick of it.
You people have shown me nothing but ingratitude, meanness, and cruelty since working at The Container Store.
I never want to see or talk to David again.
I never came Edison, you never entered me, I never want to see you again.
I will not stop putting the heavy stickers on the smile until Chelsea’s picture is removed and I am not changing my arms for her. You will have to kill me instead.
I never wanted to be on “television.” I do not believe it is a real television show or reality show. You do not pay me for it, and you certainly do not pay me to be abused. Like ripping my hair from my head, and heaviness.
You have people in that building who are addicted to abusing me. I would rather be dead.
I have gone out of my way time and time again for other people while I do not get to grieve the loss of my own mother. I am not allowed to know what happened to her and how she was murdered. I would rather be dead.
You will have to kill me next time.
I would rather be dead.
WE - DO NOT AGREE! 