If You Want to Know

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Truly, are you fucking kidding me that it was thought so impossible that a woman, that I, a woman, would be able to have skills and abilities that I do in being able to understand, know, have instinct, and skills?!  Paul Newman, said once that he believed women could not be race car drivers, that only men could be race car drivers.  Please do not – this cannot be the actual reason and truth behind the removal of my reproductive organs.

If you want to know, the taxi cab dispatcher job that I turned down despite the interview, the office, the parking lot, there was a moment at the coffee pot that I cleaned or something in the break room that made a moment in time for me.  A something that I could not understand, I guess because some people do not know where their boundaries lie.

What is so special about me that for decades I have been followed, monitored, spied on, and most important of all left all my life without ever being allowed to be loved by a man?!

I knew for years that my neighbors used their children to relay messages back to their parents or other elders.  I always found it disgusting and perverse.  I thought and think children should play, have fun, enjoy their life, and not grow up before their time.  I know a little something about growing up too quickly.  It happens to a lot of children, and childhood once gone is gone.  Children should remain innocent as long as possible.  I rationalized that parents were training their kids to be weary and careful.  I gave them the benefit of the doubt.  Still, I found it disgusting and perverse.

Why spy on me all these years?  Why watch me from the cameras in stores?  I remember the “mother” who supposedly lost her child at Target.  I had no emotion hearing her yell for her child.  It was not my child.  I have no training about what to do when a child goes missing.  More importantly, she was making it up and pretending her child was missing.  Or it would have sounded differently.  I would have read her differently.  I had not one moment of uncertainty, her child was not missing.

Did they actually want to catch him on an underage rape charge since I was 17?!  A few days away from being 18?!  I was basically 18 years old.  Did I surprise you and them with my cleverness?

I would have to go back and work in my head to remember the exact timing of this, I went to the post office at the airport.  It was on my drive home, the reason I went to that post office.  Walking in and walking out, when…what is that?!  A school bus in the parking lot.  It was dark.  It was the middle of the night.  Why is there a school bus in the parking lot?!  You cannot tell me that an actual school bus driver would or could or should be out at that time of day.  Plus, and here’s is the tip-off, why are all the windows blacked out?!  WTF?!  At the time I thought it was a way to bring in something like a SWAT team inconspicuously.  Why somebody wanted to show me that, I have no idea.

I need it to be understood that day-shifters and night-shifters are creating a disturbance and problem in my home.  People who are watching and monitoring me while I am at home and what they do while watching me is creating a problem and disruption in what I would normally do.  For instance, as soon as a food arrives, there are people who are pushing, pushing, pushing for me to eat all the food as soon as possible.  There is also, the alcohol.  As soon as I am finished drinking coffee, there is the push, push, and push on me and my head to drink.  I would not normally do this.  I would wait until it was my dinner-time before I would consume alcohol.  But, they failed to realize that it transfers over in a way.  So, if someone is on a day-shift and they start drinking or thinking about it – it transfers over into my head making me not able to do things correctly for me and myself.

I do not understand this food problem.  You failed to help.  You failed to help me.  You only created a problem out of cruelty.

What has happened before is if I had done as told to do then they use an air-fan that is a weight-loss spray.  Would anyone be able to imagine such a thing as spraying the air to lose weight?  I wouldn’t.  I defy everyone in doing what I am told to do rather than what I believe I should.

It needs to be written again – going inside to pay for gas is teacher training.  I never had to do that before 1, 2, 3, and the teacher.

I have decided since people are controlling my food making it excessively heavy my creative stories, Coffee and Breakfast are on hold until you figure it out I am not able to go back to those men who have hurt me for so many years!

I want it known, it is important that what I wanted, planned in my head, thought through as to the cost, benefit, and greatest need, I had an exact order that I wanted to proceed.  I wanted my A/C first, then my car, then the appliances.  Because they have a way of manipulating and controlling things – they and what I decided was best for me is now out of order.  Again.

No, Lightbulbs!

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NO, I AM NOT REPLACING EVERY GODDAMN LIGHTBULB IN MY HOUSE!  I AM NOT CHANGING THEM BECAUSE OF THE DESCRIPTION OF THE COLOR, OR BECAUSE YOU ILLEGALLY PLANTED LISTENING DEVICES INTO THEM!

WHOSE FUCKING MONEY IS THIS ANYWAYS?!  IT IS NOT YOURS!

No, You Do Not!

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GET THIS FUCKING BITCH OUT OF MY FUCKING HEAD BEFORE I PUNCH SOMEBODY’S FUCKING HEAD! 

NO, YOU DO NOT GET TO TELL ME WHEN AND WHAT TO CLEAN IN MY OWN HOME ON MY DAYS OFF FROM WORK WHEN I AM NOT ON THE FUCKING CLOCK!

NO, YOU DO NOT GET TO TELL ME WHEN TO CLEAN MY FLOOR, MY CLOTHES, THE LITTER, OR WHAT FUCKING UNDERWEAR TO WEAR!

NO, YOU DO NOT GET TO MANIPULATE ME IN MY HOME OR ANYWHERE ELSE!

NO, I DO NOT NEED YOU!  I WILL NOT GIVE YOU MY SUPPORT!

FUCK RIGHT THE FUCK OFF NOW!

No, You Are Wrong Garbage!

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They control the garbage around here.  It is timed to whatever I am doing in my home.  So, the garbage was not picked up yesterday until I opened and heated a – can.  They were not going to pick up my garbage until I shoved food in my mouth!

No, it is not good vibes in a garage!

They use the garage below my house to create vibrations causing me to urinate!  And, you expect me to be happy when they cause me to urinate BY ILLEGAL MEANS!!!!

EVERYTHING AROUND HERE IS ILLEGAL!  THIS HOUSE IS ILLEGAL!  THE ELECTRONICS ARE ILLEGAL!  THE CHEMICALS THEY USE ARE ILLEGAL!  EVERYTHING THEY HAVE DONE INCLUDING DAVID IS ILLEGAL!

THE ADJOING WALLS ARE ILLEGAL!  THE ADJOINING UNITS ARE ILLEGAL!  THE NEIGHBORS ARE ILLEGAL!

NO, YOU STUPID, STUPID, STUPD FUCKS I AM NOT JULIA ROBERTS!

FORCING A PERSON TO URINATE IS DISGUSTING!  ILLEGAL AND DISGUSTING!

JUST BECAUSE THERE ARE WORDS SPOKEN IN A MOVIE DOES NOT MEAN IT HAS TO PLAY OUT ON MYSELF!  IT IS ILLEGAL! 

URINATION IS NOT SEX OR SEXY!  IT IS NOT TRAINING!  IT IS DISGUSTING!  IT IS ILLEGAL!

I Cannot

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I should not have to write this.  It should be proof enough that I do not use or choose it that I am smart enough all on my own without the help of a teacher or tutelage.  There has already been too much Salvador DalÍ parking.  The parental relation script and storyline WAS NEVER VALID TO BEGIN WITH!  YOU NEVER SHOULD HAVE REMOVED MY ORGANS!  THERE ARE NO MORE EXCUSES ANYMORE!  YOU ARE OUT OF EXCUSES FOR REMOVING MY ORGANS!  IT IS TIME YOU CONFESSED AND TOLD THE TRUTH ABOUT ITS TRUE PURPOSE!

The idiocy that I must write this is so unbelievable!  I am not Superman!  I am not a man!  I am not a dude!  I do not nor have I ever believed I was a man or believed I was pretending to be a dude!  He might have the same initials as myself, but that does not make him me!  I am me!  There will never be anyone like me in all of time!  There has never been anyone like me before me!  I am not following a movie script!  You have been wrong about me since the beginning or this never would HAVE HAPPENED!

IF YOU HAVEN’T GUESSED I AM STILL UPSET ABOUT MY HAIR!  IF YOU HAVEN’T GUESSED I AM STILL UPSET ABOUT THE WEIGHT APPLIED AND ADDED TO MY BODY!  IF YOU HAVEN’T GUESSED I AM STILL UPSET ABOUT THE MORNING OF AUGUST 11, 2018 HAVING TO ENDURE THE SENSATIONS THEY PUT IN MY BODY WHILE LISTENING TO THE SOUND OF CHILDREN OUTSIDE MY WINDOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

IT IS SO GROSS!  IT IS SO DISGUSTING!  I AM OUT OF WORDS FOR THAT TO HAPPEN TO ME!

NO, I WILL NOT BE WATCHING THE SOUND OF MUSIC!  NO, I WILL NO LONGER BE MASTERBATING!  IT IS SO DISGUSTING!

NO LOVE IN MY LIFE!  NO MALE RELATIONSHIPS!  NO MALE FLESH THAT I GET TO LOVE ALL MY OWN!  AND, THAT IS WHAT I HAVE TO LIVE WITH???!!!!  THE SOUND OF CHILDREN!

THERE ARE NO WORDS FOR THE AMOUNT AND DEGREE THAT I AM UPSET!!!    

Disgusted

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I am still so appalled at the lack of dignity, respect, and base humanity at my employment by persons in my employ.

Must I write that human relationships do not work this way?!

No, we are not friends.  No, you cannot help nor handle me.  No, you were wrong.

The time for neither confirming nor denying my writing must end.  It is time for the truth to be the only story.  It is time for persons to be made, if under the penalty of the law, to tell, to write the truth.

Life is not worth living without love.  My whole life I’ve had to go without being loved by a man.  For what?!  For people who had no right!  Just because they had money and the ability to do so.

Must I write that this is NOT THE WHITE HOUSE – AGAIN?!

The horror that I must live through everyday of their human experimentation is beyond appalling.

Correct, no person would want to be me or live this life I am living.

I am beyond asking permission, or going through code just to buy food, clothing, or supplies.  Guess what, I know how to read.  I know how to count calories.  I know how to add calories and read ingredients.  I know that when I read a package and it says it only has 200 calories, I should not feel full after a few bites, nor should it make me gain weight.

Every person has a right to their own body.  I have been denied my human rights to my own body because of the Bluetooth, and the removal of my organs without my consent.

Everyday here is against my will.  Everyday here is against my consent.  I have never given authorization.

I am so disgusted and appalled at the surrounding situations and circumstances, I am unable to write much else.

Who is going to admit that they tampered with the Morning Star products I purchased?!  Who is going to admit that they created more than one false health problem on my person?!

Beyond upset with disgust!

Ssssshhhhh, Vision

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The quality and clarity of x-ray vision has been the best approximation so far.  There was no lightning.  No light.  Nor, was it dark.  Grey in color mostly.  Still it is not quite enough.

It appeared to be massive in depth.  From front to back.  Perhaps being the amount of time, it is going to be used? Or, the amount of work, the amount of the project(s).

Would it be possible for this to be used as a way of creating cover or disguise?

Robbery?

Theft?

Global financial ruin for all.  I did not see this, I am working is all.

Unfortunately, I did not get to look enough.

When I saw it, I wanted to look.  To look around.  Worse, I wanted to go inside and look without emotion.  Understand?

Coffee and Breakfast: August 16, 2018

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August 16, 2018

Day 1, 598

Is this actually going to end in September?!

Do you not realize this is six years of my life?  There are somethings I am unable to understand about who I truly am anymore because this is six years and more of my life.

The last time I saw my mother, was at a dentist appointment.  The car GPS that took me everywhere but the actual location of the address I entered…just to what…waste my time?  Make me angry?  I arrived at the dentist office to find my mother already there with my mother wearing a purple shirt that was not her own, not one that I bought, paid for, and provided.  She was so happy and glad to see me, as always.  Other people in the office acted surprised at the wonderful exchange.

I have no idea what they have done in my brain because I no longer feel these years I spent caring for my mother.  I am no longer able to feel the loss.  When I left that day, when I left her, I told myself, as I’d done so many times before, I did everything I could, we had a good time.  It was a way I felt I was preparing myself for her death, and so I would not be overly guilt ridden and devastated by loss.

However, whatever they have done is so much worse.  She was my mother, she was not yours.  She would be, as I am, so ashamed of what my life is.  My long blonde hair blowing in the breeze as I am writing on the legal-sized paper to her, to keep her happy, to keep her occupied.  It is as though, it feels as though it never actually happened.  Do you understand how that could feel?!  To have years of your life – gone?!

This house is so dark.  When I arrived here I could not write because this house is so dark.  There are no windows for me to look out of and see wildlife, birds and squirrels playing and movement, and life.

There is nothing but darkness here.

Years of my life gone…for what?!

I want to write more, but I cannot.  I no longer feel it.

Fa Mulan

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Please, do not tell me that wolfy thought I should disguise myself as a man to be in the Army?!

That is not the reflection.

That is not who I am inside.

Also, it is not a matter of me not being able to proofread, my vision, I am having eye trouble.