One thing about death, that is something we don't get to choose. It is indeed more than heartbreaking when someone you would really die for, wants to see you dead, immediately.
Wow! You can't pretend that doesn't hurt.
"When I'm dead, I'm done."
I wonder if I will be able to haunt people?
I know one thing, I shall always resist abuse.
There is one thing true about every malignant narcissist, they are always "Color Struck". They deliberately save their greatest "sneak" attacks for the elderly, the infirm. People that can't fight back.
My brain is shrinking rapidly but, even I know, when a person knows, that they are being an evil, savage, jealous bully!
I never met a liar that loved lying. As a matter of fact, it makes them mad, evil-er.
Cruel is cruel. I wouldn't practice it on a dog. Lies can't be made true and the people that hate me shall never love me.
All I know is, I got beat up today! Crucified! Spat on! Hated on! Villified!
I'm just a pile of nothing! I need to be put away! Where can I go? Who wants me? I'm a burden with a lot of good ideas, untaped knowledge from books I read, and tried to share.
I still have so many great stories that need to be told.
I can't stop aging, writing, thinking or "knowing". Am i scared? Did I fear? Of couse I did. So what? Jesus will Fix IT!
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