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This is the only way this will happen:

Before it is stolen by the Bluetooth again and someone else profits from my thoughts, here is my pitch for a new show, I developed.

It will no longer be a reality show.  It will no longer be a shopping show.  It will no longer be a delivery show.  It will no longer be a neighborhood show.

It will be something entirely different.

Something never before seen or streamed on television or on-line.

The only thing that will remain the same is the filming in real-time from the parking lot to the return to the parking lot.

Glee>meets>Fame>meets>Dancing With The Stars>meets>Baz Luhrmann>meets>Rob Marshall.

• The set will be modified and changed.  It will be cleaned up somewhat.  There will be an orchestra on set, playing in real-time along with the show.
• Real actors and dancers will be hired for the show they will have contracts.
• 1, 2, 3 – GONE
• The game of doors, game of walking, game of toilet paper – GONE.
• All games will be – GONE.
• It will no longer be 10 hour shifts.  Time frame and schedule TBD.
• There will be rehearsals.
• There will be costuming and budgets.
• The stations will no longer be reflection stations.
• It will be a real television show, in real-time.
• The Truman Show – GONE.
• Star Wars – GONE.
• There will be real camera’s.  Actual camera’s not just the ones installed on the ceilings.
• It will no longer be a Bluetooth show – GONE.
• It will be about movement from one person to another throughout the whole building being used.  Like a ballet, like an opera.
• There will be very little dialogue.
• It is possible there can be singing while working.
• Guest musicians can also join the orchestra – TBD.
• Guest actors, celebrities, persons could join episodes – TBD.
• It will be a seasoned show.  It will no longer take place every day.  With number of episodes TBD.
• I, Cherith Gjestland will be brought to the table with executives and discussed in full detail as an equal, as a creator of the new show.  I will have an agent, publicist, etc., and I will discuss my salary.
• It will no longer take place in my home.
• It will no longer take place on my computer.
• There will no longer be situations to solve.
• It will be a real show without the classification of the government as it always should have been.
• It will no longer be a survivor show.
• It will no longer be a race show.
• It will not be a guessing game show.
• It will not be an animal show.
• It will be music, it will be movement, it will be camera work, it will be costuming, it will be characters created.

This is in no way a detailed list.  It is merely my pitch for a new show.  Title – TBD.

I am so hurt by you Sims4 for what you have done these last few days.  If yo think I am scrutinizing every single description and detail, you are mistaken.

I hope your happy.

I am so sick of this life I never asked for or wanted!

I am soooo over this stupid SHOW!!!

I am beyond upset!

I am beyond words!

I am beyond speaking about it!

Painting a person black, is not art.  I have said it since it started happening – it is so disgusting and disturbing I cannot speak to it.

Putting on a show where you make and force Cherith to guess the celebrity, guess whether they are in disguise or not, whether they are painted or not, whether they are a man or a woman, disguising men as women, disguising women as men – IS NOT ART!  Anyone can do that!

I am too upset to speak about what you are sharing with the world when you out on a show like that.  I would and am not willingly participating.

I am not interested not now, nor ever in dehumanizing any person for the sake of entertainment.  I am not now, nor am I ever interested in taking away a person rights, a person’s ability to object, nor belittling them in any to make them feel less than important, capable, and powerful.

I will not now, nor will I ever marry a man I do not know.  It is the dumbest thing I can think of.

I am so upset!  I am not writing!  Not a good sign!

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.

Continue reading “Declassified Files: A Series of True Events Being Brought to Light”

I swear to God, you will live to regret what you did to me tonight!  No means, I will never, never, never, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever marry you!  Forgive me for having an ACTUAL brain, and the ACTUAL ability to use it!  I will never marry a man I do not know!  I will never marry an orange t-shirt!

I am forced to turn my car around in my garage!  I have in no way agreed to any marriage of any kind what-so-fucking-ever!!!

I have never purchased gum and ever BELIEVED that I was agreeing to a marriage of any  kind!

You will live to regret what you did tonight for as long as you live!

Forcing someone to masturbate is NOT art!  Any one can masturbate.  It requires no special art of any kind!

I will not EVER marry YOU!!

Not Ever!

I only created police characters in Sims4 because there is an “Erin” look-alike in the game.  I want what she did to me brought to justice.  For all the times she has drugged me, for all the times she has poisoned my brain.  For all the times she has poisoned my mind.  The only reason I created doctor characters in Sims4 was to bring what they did to my body to justice.  They have disfigured me permanently.  I have said and written it before.  They did it for no reason.  I will never, ever believe it was a required surgery as all the doctors made me believe in 2012.  I cannot believe anything that has ever been said to me before anymore because of this neighborhood.

Go fuck yourself, Virginia!  I will never, ever want you!!!

I have stopped believing in my government tonight.  I doubt and do not believe there is any good to be found possibly anywhere.  Not anymore.  Not while you continue pretending any of this is real.  I doubt there is any good to be found in the government, in these borders, in this state, or anywhere.

The best part about watching Psych was how quickly “Shawn” is able to solve cases, then having to go back, slow down, and show the police how he “figured” it out.  In my head I said, I hate (do not take this word – hate – out of context) having to show my work to teacher, then hearing Rick Springfield laughing – HBO, Disney.  It is not that interesting.  Any one could have known that was Rick Springfield.  It is not art.

No, I will never marry you.

Dulé Hill – proxy’s don’t work.  What I felt from Dulè Hill was his energetic, happy, good-natured person, what I got from the person doing the actual talking was boredom, no energy, and dull.

Had I known what I was booking when I stayed at hotels, or walked by cars at Disney, or gas stations, or the shows or movies I watched, I would have done things differently.

Let me go back for a second, I remember speaking with Jeffrey Tambor at Disney – that is the memory I have.  Receiving a call of excited, I-can’t-believe-she-did-it, while trying to speak normally.  Had I known he was so excited because he was planning to trick, torture, harm, and abuse me for years, I would never have gotten out of my car.

Had I known what they were actually doing at Disney with the doors, with the walking paths, with the phone calls, with the leaders (please do not confuse the time Stephanie Meyer appeared as Marilyn), with all of it, I would have just killed myself instead of trying to live.  Because it is not worth it.  This is not a life.  It is not worth living.

I couldn’t get another job anywhere.  And, it was no longer the real Disney.  It was no longer the Disney where David Wolfe called me all the time just to talk to me.  It was no longer the Disney where David Wolfe called me, and would sometimes hang-up once he heard my voice.

I do not wish at this moment to go any further into the real Disney.

I am not well at the moment.

I am devastated.

What you have failed to take into consideration are my feelings.  In all of this.  With everything around me.  You have failed to treat me humanely.  Criminals sentenced to death have more rights than I have been allowed.

You have failed me, wronged me for entertainment purposes.

You have failed me by not allowing me to seek real help.  By allowing actors to play my doctor you have failed and violated my human rights.

I do not know which dentists gave me the root canal that gave me the brain frequency.  It should never have happened.

How is it possible that a doctor or dentist are allowed to insert, place, or add anything into a patient, and they are not required to disclose it to the patient?  How is it that a doctor or dentist are allowed to do any operation without the patient’s consent?

I never consented to have a Bluetooth, or an operation that would control my body!

How is it possible that a person is able to convince a doctor, or doctors, and dentists to do what has been done to me?

James Franco and David Wolfe, you have destroyed and stolen every dream I have ever had.  Because of you, I used to fall asleep by free-associating pictures in my head.  Because of you, I no longer have an imagination.  Because of you, you have distorted truths, and re-told them as reality.

Actress’s when giving a performance, when giving an emotional performance, get to take a break, have a lot of down time, and get paid a hell of a lot more money.

What you are doing on the show is criminal.

It should be against the law to do everything that has been done to me.

James Franco and David Wolfe, you knew before you placed the skin-suit person in my bed that it would destroy me forever.  You had psychologists in my fire alarms doing “work” on my brain not only while I slept, but while I was awake as well.  I believe you knew it would destroy me forever.  It is not something a person is able to just get over, put aside, or get past.  You knew.

James Franco and David Wolfe, you not only sentenced me to a lifetime of extreme unhappiness, and loneliness.  You sentenced me to die as well.

Both of you will never be the same to me again.  I will never be able to look or see you the same again.

This is not writing.  This is not reporting.  This is your version of a show and nothing more.

It is not good for me.

Pressuring me at work in my head, so that I will scream/write as soon as I am home is not writing, nor is it the writing I want and wish to do.

I am so unbelievably unhappy which is not me.  It is not the Cherith that ever lived until she had to live here.

I was never truly allowed to make an informed decision.  I was never truly allowed to make an informed decision about the hotels I stayed at, the gas stations I bought and buy gas, the food I purchase, the way I walk anywhere, the car I drive, or anything in my life.  For, you have hidden the truth from me.  You have hidden every truth from me.  Even after I have called out your deceptions, revealed your disguises, you have never done the right or correct thing by me.

Because you could end this all today.  Because you could give me back my life.

I am so hurt by you David Wolfe.  You David, most of all have kept me, not allowed me in any way to have love in my life.  You have not allowed me to date, or allow me to have a man share my life.  Your deception is most hurtful.

This is not good.

Not all memories are good ones.

Conan O’Brien used to have a sketch piece of the Masturbating Bear.  David Wolfe offered me a Halloween teddy bear with bats shoes on its feet.  Make the connection.

This is how David Wolfe saw me.  This is how David Wolfe views me.  This is all David Wolfe believed I ever could be – nothing more than a masturbator.

To David Wolfe I am nothing more than an unattractive woman, not worthy of having a man to share my life with, not worth making more money than I did when I was 18 years old, and not interested in anything other masturbating, until I die.

This last connection is truly heart breaking.  To make that connection truly severs something in me entirely.

David Wolfe believed I was and am nothing more than a masturbator.

I am heart-broken beyond words.  I did not believe he was capable of such shallowness.

To James Franco I am nothing more than an overweight dog for him to make fun of, not worth having a conversation with, and not worth being allowed to have a man share my life, and yet again not worth making more money than I made when I was 18 years old.

Too stressed to write.

Sick.

Sick.

Surrounded by sick people.

Can you imagine a life where you are not allowed to go to the store yourself?

Can you imagine if an employer had the ability to listen to your thoughts?  Can you imagine that you thought of a way to save your employer possibly millions and millions of dollars?  Can you imagine if you saved your employer millions and millions of dollars, and in return they did not compensate you –  the original thinker, the one who created the idea – because no one corrected the wrongs done?

Did you know that it was David Wolfe as Alfredo Cruz who had dandruff on his shoulders just like my Tuesday cat.  Tuesday has dry skin on her back that looked like dandruff.  The nicknames I gave her were Tuesday Girl, Tu-Tu, Princess Tuesday because she was all girlie-girl.  She enjoyed being catered to, brushed and preened, as if she expected that was the ways things were supposed to be.  Make the connection.

Did you know I sat at the head of the table at the break room in The Container Store, David playing the part of Alfredo was to my left, I believe Brandon and Chris were there as well.  I was eating my lunch or snack.  I had a mandrin orange, I was eating when they all sat down, so I offered each of them some of my orange.  Because that is the woman I was before 2014.  A giver, sharing what I have with others – always.  Not just for others, but for myself as well.  For helping others helps me.

There are different versions of David Wolfe I feel I write about.  There is the David Wolfe I knew in college who was irreplaceable.  There is the David Wolfe at The Container Store who disgusted me with his disguise.  Who is associated with the walls coming down letting me know he exposed me, and my deepest hurts to be exposed, distorted, and retold.  As if it was his right, and his story to tell.  There is the David Wolfe since Sloppy Joe’s that has hardened me entirely.

This last David Wolfe, who resides in my heart does not in any way allow any woman to replace him.

Loss.

Sick sadness is what I feel.

The chewing gum trickery of turning my chewing gum against me, so that my tongue feels covered in millions of welts.  Along with my cheeks and gums.  Sickness.

This is all one experience to me.  So, when one person abuses me it is always reflected back to David Wolfe – alone.

James Franco is an actor.  He is nothing more to me.  How could he be?  He was never here, remember?  Nor, was David Wolfe.

If they wanted to be here in person with me they would have been.  They chose otherwise.

For clarification: my point in writing that this straight girl was taught that she cannot be friends with lesbians was rhetoric in nature.  I was referring to “Erin” drugging over and over and over again.  I was referring to my time served at The Container Store, and how they used me to have me drive to the west coast.  Of course, I can be friends with all and any person’s.  Can I be friends with them in my ear, NO.  It doesn’t work that way.  Can I be friends with anyone in my ear, NO.

It is a matter of my rights being violated against my will, against my wishes.

You do know that they doped my Febreeze?  Right?!  I always kept a clean car, I always had a Febreeze clip in my car.  Summer of 2014, I was driving, I have no idea where or why, what I remember was being overcome with such emotion, I believed I was going to die.  I was screaming endlessly in my car.  Screaming.  Screaming.  Until, I saw the Febreeze, and immediately threw it out the window.  Almost instantly I started to deflate to where my normal resides.  I was beyond livid.  I was beyond livid that someone would do that to me.  I could have died.  There was no way they could have prevented me from driving off a cliff, running my car into a lampost, or opening my door while the car was moving.  What someone did to me was beyond reckless, and they not only got away with it, I am sure they were paid to do so.  On this drive, I saw an Edison with his back to me.  Either the real one or an imposter, I do not know.  However, this was the connection made.  Would you want to have anything to do with someone who doped you to such extremes?  Would you want to have anything to do with anyone who doped you at all?

To clarify again, I should never have had a skin-suit person being used with other’s talking in his ear.  Whoever they were.  Male or female.  Gay or straight.  It should never have happened.  Ever.  That experience should never have happened.

I am capable of speaking to any persons.

This is in no way an apology.  I have done nothing wrong, or did anything to apologize for.  I did not enter someone’s house while they were at work, and douse their soap, you did that.  Not I.

I am upset with what you have done with my cats.  I am upset with what you are doing currently to my cats.

This is another suicidal day.  Another suicidal Valentine’s Day.

 

I do not believe another human being should have control over another human being.  I do not believe another human being should have the ability to push a button in order to manipulate, alter behavior, or in any other way change a person’s mind.  I do not believe another person should have the ability to do that to an animal, either.  I do not believe a person, a corporation, an entity should have the ability to enter another person’s mind.

It should be against the law to create and allow such means to exist.

I spoke, to myself, in my head, while at work about how much I miss my Tuesday and Thursday.  I do not understand why my Tuesday and Thursday were taken from me.  I do not understand why they weren’t returned to me.  I spoke about how Tuesday was the killer.  It is a figure of speech.  Tuesday was not afraid, she had the killer instinct when it came to an animal she’s never seen before.  Thursday with his boo-boo paw had to be more cautious in his approach.  He waited to see if there was danger, he waited to see how the animal behaved.  There is nothing wrong with either approach’s to a situation.

Now, I come home to find that my Murphy the Magnificent, my Murphy the Brilliant is not himself anymore.  It is if he is another cat entirely.  Give me back my Murphy!  You are killing him, Bluetooth!

It seems the point to me that I should not be allowed to enjoy myself while I am at home.  I am never allowed peace, or peace of mind, or any enjoyment in my life.

The Bluetooth should never be allowed to exist.  It should be against the law.  It should not be allowed!

Listen up James Franco!  I remember you dressed up as Rick at TCS, telling me your favorite dog, pointing to an overweight dog, was a golden retriever.  Which was the best way you could tell me – when you look at me all you see is not only a dog, an overweight dog.

What kind of man tells a woman she is a dog?!

A dog?!  A DOG?!!  I am nothing more than a dog?!

After working with me, spying on me, surveying me for years, and virtually dating me the best that you saw in me, the greatest that I had to offer was to be your fucking dog/baby/cat/horse for the rest of my LIFE?!

That I am incapable of intelligent thought?  Or creative influence, ideas, or talents of my own?!  And, on my own fucking merit capable of greatness!!!!!!!!!!

Because of you, James Franco I cannot get a job regardless of where I apply – FOR YEARS!!!  I am so unbelievably unhappy there!  When I am that unhappy, underpaid, and over-worked, I look for other employment.  Just like every other person in the entire free world.  Everyone, but me?!

Because of Edison?!

Do you sentence all of your dates after only dating them once TO A LIFETIME OF SERVITUDE, AND SLAVERY?!!

No, you don’t get off that easy because this all happened and was planned before Edison.  Because Edison was wearing a skin-suit?!  I cannot be blamed for that.  You had more than a year of psychological abuse that you inflicted upon me.  Terrorizing me in my sleep, filling my head with un-truths while you scoured my brain for memories, people, and events in my life to exploit by using the fire alarms as a way to view me and communicate with me while unconscience.  UNCONSCIENCE?!!!  It is criminal behaviour!  The psychologists, monitors, all persons involved with setting up this house as a trap, and the years of forcing me to live like this SHOULD BE BROUGHT UP ON CRIMINAL CHARGES!!!

The fire alarms, TV’s, TiVo, X-box, all my appliances, all the electronic equipment that had the ability to alter my mind, blank me out, record me, view me, kept me from being the reasonable, capable, and thoughtful woman that I am.

I am so ashamed of you!

I am so ashamed I ever met you.

You knew, once I had figured it out that the reason nothing ever made sense, or felt right with Edison was because he was wearing a skin-suit – a fake body – that I was NEVER GOING TO DATE AGAIN!  Because who could possibly imagine that another human being could do something so cruel as that?!  Who could imagine someone wearing a skin suit to prove Cherith wants to be fucked by a man?!  Who could imagine something so cruel?  James Franco is that cruel.  Who could imagine doing something so cruel to me?  To Cherith?!  Only you, James Franco!

I am never going to let you or David Wolfe do that to me again!  You knew you were sentencing me to a lifetime without love, hope, romance, companionship, friendship, or any kind of joy.  You knew that I was not going to be pressured by seeing David Wolfe and his wife kissing at Sand Key beach into dating again.  You knew I was not going to be pressured into dating again just by seeing David Wolfe with his wife at Applebee’s, or David Wolfe and his wife anywhere AGAIN!

You knew those events could NEVER take place again!!!!  Because all you wanted to do was record them as it happened.

Because I am nothing more than a DOG – to you!!

How fucking dare you!  How fucking dare you James Franco!

You, James Franco, are a Master Abuser of the worst kind.  You pretend that nothing you have done has caused permanent damage.  You have also destroyed a friendship – forever.  A very precious, and valuable friendship that can never be replaced, you destroyed as though it was nothing more than trash to be thrown away.

James Franco, I am NOT choosing you!  You can fucking move!  Since you do not allow me to have a job that actually pays me not only the money I am worth, but money I can actually live off of – You can move motherfucker!

James Franco, you knew the reason I was upset and unhappy Saturday was due to the forced weight gain you placed on my body.  You knew I was so unhappy I was suicidal.  You knew I would be even more unhappy to hear the word, smile.  You knew I was unhappy with no one else other than MYSELF!  Which is why I was frowning ALL NIGHT LONG!  That is the only thing you know how to make me do is FROWN!!  You allowed Stephanie Meyer and others to believe otherwise.  You have brought and delivered to me nothing but COMPLETE UNHAPPINESS!!  You knew and know I am and do not go out of my way to make judgements call on the size, shape, color, of people’s bodies, nor do I strive for anything less than rights for all persons with disabilities regardless of sexual orientation.  You have allowed others to believe otherwise.  You have allowed others to punish and judge me – for crimes, thoughts, and actions I have never done.

No means you do not get to push a button force me wet, force me to masturbate and expect me to follow.  I have no idea who that fucker was.  I never know.  Because all you do is lie.  Until you speak face to face to me, I will NEVER believe what you place in front of me.  It has never worked.  You have only allowed yourself and others to believe I understood.

David Wolfe, you do not get off easy either here.  You were the first one I dated on eHarmony, disguised as red-headed Tom who worked at MacDill Air Force.  The picture of “you” and your dad in a football stadium in Colorado.  We spent the evening talking at Brass Tap, you purposefully made me feel you were not interesting in me sexually or otherwise.  I said, it was more like we were brother and sister.  I did not want to date a man who was not interested in me.

David Wolfe, I remember your facebook posts while we were still fb friends of the fake Starbucks store that people went to, and had no idea it wasn’t a real Starbucks.  I remember the photo of you and your friend vacationing in Las Vegas taken in front of a mirror.

David Wolfe, I remember you, believing it was you I saw on your motorcycle driving in the opposite direction from me as I took my mom for her daily ride to help calm her.  It was the day my brother “supposedly” spent the day in the ER because his heart rate was so high.  Which I guess, you planned, and he was never in the hospital.

David Wolfe, I know your birthday is Valentine’s Day, I will not buy or eat candy for you or Valentine’s Day.  We can never be friend’s again.   Ever.

David Wolfe, I remember the phone call we had while driving. Alisha’s car was in front of mine, and I made a comment about how small the tires on her vehicle were.  We had an enjoyable conversation, I thought.  Until, we arrived at our destination and you treated me as if the phone call and conversation we just had, did not happen.  How embarrassing for you to be attracted to such an overweight woman as I was then.  You treated me like dirt.  It is a pattern you repeat with me.

David Wolfe, I remember it was your voice disguised as a woman – Nancy Rosenberg – pretending to be an expert resume writer.  Delaying me and making me late, talking about nothing for hours.

You have made it impossible to ever be your friend again, David Wolfe.  The hurt and damage you caused in all your deceptions and lies tell me more about how you think and feel about me than anything you could ever say to my face.  And, you never were good at speaking to me face to face.

A marriage proposal?!  From whom?!  Not a real man who I know.  James Franco you think I want to marry a woman?!  You think I want to marry a black woman?!  Fuck you!  Because everywhere I go there are black women in front of me you think I ACTUALLY WANT THAT?!!  FUCK YOU!  Guess what, I know what color I am, I know where I come from, I know my family heritage, and guess what?!  I AIN’T BLACK!

Because of you, James Franco you sentenced me to years of being finger-fucked?!  You think that is the life I want to live?!  To be finger-fucked for the rest of my life?!  To be seen naked and jerked-off to by random, various men for the rest of my life?!  Anytime any person puts on the glasses or views me while I am at home – IT IS NOT CONSENSUAL!  I have no way of knowing who is on the other side viewing me!  Viewing me naked?!  You are so disgusting!

The whole reason and purpose I lost weight, placed my mother in a nursing home, and put my life in order – was to change the way my life was going.  So, I could get married, be happy, have a family of my own, have of life of my own – NOT RELIVE THE SAME YEARS OF MY LIFE OVER AND OVER FOR YEARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I never wanted to have anything to do with that stupid Edison fucker EVER AGAIN!  I did not want to meet him in real life!  I do not want to meet him in real life ever!!  I never want to see him again as long as I live!

You think a woman’s feelings are so meaningless and trivial they CAN BE REPLACED?!

You think my memories, my possessions are YOURS to destroy and replace?!

I would rather die!

I am prepared to die to put an end and a stop to this false life.

Are you prepared to watch me die?!

Or was that your whole purpose to begin with?

A suicide watch.

A bet to see how long it would take for Cherith to kill herself?

Because of you:

• I have to drive in the far left-hand lane ONLY because it is a police lane with no stuffy nose, or food that causes weight gain.
• I cannot drive in the middle lane because it is a baby lane that creates congestion, and sprays my toilet paper and underwear so that my vagina feels dirty and violated.
• Because of you I cannot wear whatever underwear I want to.
• I cannot drive in the far right lane because it creates and delivers heavy food.
• I cannot drive in the far left lane because it is glasses.
• I cannot drive in the far right lane because it is heavy food which the far left and the far right are and create the exact same thing.
• I am unable to drive past X-scape theaters because it is a black woman dog street.
• I cannot exit at the Riverview exit because it is a child/baby exit that tranquillizes me, adds weight gain, etc.
• I cannot drive wherever, or whatever road I want to.
• I cannot get another job.
• I cannot buy whatever food, or products I want because one word in the description might have a meaning I am supposed to decipher, and eat accordingly.  Instead of being able to eat for flavor, fun, desire, and want.
• I cannot go to the grocery store, or any other store anymore because people talk telling me what to do.
• Because of you I do not have control over my own body.
• Because of you I do not get to have children of my own.  Children born from my womb.  You deprived me of being able to have children.
• Because of you, you have sentenced me to a life of solitary confinement.
• Because of you, I am only able to use one toilet at work.
• Because of you, I am not able to choose, or have whatever objects, colors, people, or jobs I want in my Sims4.
• Because of you I do not get to choose whatever I want to because of what someone else is wearing, the color or type of shirt, or pants, or anything.
• Because of you I am sick all the time.
• Because of you I do not get to wear make-up anymore.
• Because of you I do not get to wear dresses, look cute, or be pretty anymore.
• Because of you I do not get to organize my garage how I choose because I have to place items on one side or another when NEITHER are applicable.
• Because of you, you have ruined and destroyed all hope of me being able to have a healthy sexual life.
• Because of you I never want to have sex again.  Because I do not consider fingers and hands as acceptable means of SEX!!!!
• Because of you I do not get to take care of my face – MYSELF!!
• Because of you I do not get to use whatever soap or lotions I WANT!!!
• Because of you I do not laugh anymore.
• Because of you I am nothing more than a sex slave.
• Because of you I’ve had to prove my sexuality – that I am straight and never anything else ever!
• Because of you I have to bring my own toilet paper to work.
• Because of you I have to place my water on the floor at work.
• Because of you I cannot eat food while I am working.
• Because of you you force feed and weight gain me like an animal.
• Because of you I want to die!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

This is in no way a complete list.