I'm glad that I handed my sleeping pills to my ex-therapist a few months back. She took them to the CSU. Anyway, now I have to find a way to survive against the odds. Hopefully it won't be as bad as I fear. I need to piss all of my enemies off by living through my personal hell. I'm scared. I can admit that. Most people don't want to be homeless. I truly hope that doesn't come about. If it does, it can only make me stronger and more experienced with the ways of this world. I would have to survive in order to one day rise above that homelessness. I have to prepare for the worst, even if it never happens. I don't trust my mother's judgement anymore from what she has been telling me. I can only hope and pray that we make it through this. Perhaps I should do a reversing spell or something. This would cause all of the negativity that has been sent to us out of jealousy and shit to return to sender. That includes more than the lady mentioned in the post before this one. I don't know exactly. I recall being ridiculed and punished by coworkers for doing reversing spells. They shouldn't have even known that I did them. I was up in New Jersey when I did the ones I did before they started on me. Why is all of this bad shit happening to me? How are these people finding out what I have done without me telling them? I know that they aren't all computer wizards. Who the hell is telling all of these people what I do? Why have I been tormented more than most everyone else in this country? I'm just another woman who once had the same dreams as any other woman. I used to want to get married and have kids. Then after being hurt and seeing my own temper, I decided against both. Is that reason to be punished? Why did that one bitch come into my job saying that she didn't want to see me reproduce. Why was she sticking up for one of the turds that used to beat me up? I said that about him first. I didn't even know the fucking cunt. It's like they are all sticking up for that one guy and a rock star that I used to be wild about. Why is that? I'm not a bad person. Most of the people that came into my old job harassing me were black strangers. Most of them were women too. Were they that fucking jealous of my once skinny white ass having the potential to steal their men away from them that they had to fuck with me on the job? I don't understand why they were fucking with me. I didn't even know any of them. What are they, a fucking Ed harem? Oh wait, maybe they are wannabe bitches that get their asses beat and spat on by him. Yep. I get it now. I was mad when I said it and didn't deserve to be punished for it. I know that they all want me to die. That's clear. I don't fucking care what them stupid assed hos want. I think that they need to die. Since I don't like jail, I'll continue doing spells despite what all of these bully ass control freaks want. I ain't tolerating their shit anymore. They're all going to be sorry.



