It’s called your conscience. You can either listen to it or just keep killing it with pills (and needles).
You really do think I'm Junior Rubini. That's such a remarkably narrow view for someone whose conscience lead them to such feats as being kept prisoner in my parents' old house. I should have someone do a welfare check but frankly, with the destruction of my social reputation you have overseen, even though it's completely worth it, you're not there, you're somewehre else, you're there, you're two steps ahead, etc.
The reasons for this are varied. First of all, you're being used. Everyone has gone on, it's friday night... everyone I know has beeen systematically removed from my life by simply making me look like an even bigger idiot than I already am pretending I am, and because your husband (who claimed he was married to my wife, and who knows what she thought or believed, because they were both using you to swindle me, then keep you for themselves--apparently there's some value to the woman who came -this close- to robbing sperm from the Hungarian Navy.
Well cool, I have no idea how you did that. It was nice to tell me all about it.
Due to mathematical factors, I'll be here tomorrow, but it won't matter. You still think that something I did deserves indefinite reprisals, which is perfect fodder for a spirtual vampire that feeds off of infinitely regressive loops through wormholes and stuff. You might be right. It does feed The Beast.
I think that's me. Anyway, I like how most of this is going. I dont like being alone for a year but I'm really not alone, and I can use the time to come up with future plans, which will inculde... I don't know? It depends on how this weekend goes.
I hear you're trapped under something heavey on three timelines but the one Prime Trollda... eh, well, I'm not interested in chasing you. I'm here. I liked here before I knew you were here!
And I thought it was a possiblity so I knitted up a guy to knit you up a loop to use until you know how to do whateer. look, it's complicated, but basically you annihilated resources that were to be used to bootstrap you up later, so I cannot go up either--if everyone else is gone, you're it. Things are dfiferent in other sectors of spacetime.
I hope you stop judging soon. I especially love the one "it's so sad what happend to him." Hey, uhm... you're gang of criminal conspriators are fleeing the planet adn I assume they take you with them but either wy.. You happeneed to me, it's not sad at aall. I don't need what you think I do. Or did. Sigh.
also your'e a dope slave
I'm relatively sanguine about it since this is temporary and I dont' like to do it. I like being able to do it. That's key. For esxmaple. I'm here alone. That doen't mean do lots. It means do the minium. This is ON RECORD. ON TAPE. ON FILM.
Trust me, the world is changing. BVesides I had nothing else to do, and it's too vbad you didn't know about the bullies you enabled that rdecided to be cool by bullying Superman. (He had a cold.) I thikn it is amazing that you were so misleading to me... but it's sad what happened to me?
look in the mirror, no matter what you see, I'm fond of it . I have no reason not to be. You lied to me, and I never to you, and you will come to find that will make a big difference. Also the wya they're goning to torture your lower selves is going to surprse you' did you talk wiht Slanderetter No. 1?
When I saw what was being done to you (you still haven't seen it, wow) I resolved to make this world a better place. I have done so. I'm in a hauntedhouse (just saw a kid llooking at me) you were here before (I don't know how to make that happen on purpose) and I have food adn vintamins and water already. I' have all lthe time in the world and I can just be happy here until I die.
Because... at least i didn't marry him... wihthout inviting me. That would have been fine. But you believed other people about me instead of asking me, and that is why you are surrounded by who you are, and why Soupy is ho ho ho larryously not sorry. /shrug. It's fine you knew the same as I did: nothing.
I still know knothing , but I know this: I love you both, and I lifted you away in an eyeblink. whereas this g*y needs the carbon footprint of Montana to keep up his illusion. And, why am I alone sealed off from society? Oh am I "abusive"? lol LOL
You are a riot, kid. Keep that treasure chest tight, Mom loves you. You deserve this.
It’s called your conscience. You can either listen to it or just keep killing it with pills (and needles).
Everyone here you associated with used them lots. Meanwhile, I haven't used a one since The Reckoning, i forget when it was... anyway, it's not something I have trouble not doing. For one thing, I've never shot meth. Never. we were lied to. you ignore this.
Therefore, you're the junkie in denial. Consider: it's a very phallic object. It is amazing how you don't see that.
I didn't like how you tried to take advantage of you. So, I didn't let you. I had no way to stop them from doing it to you. Your way of stopping it is to NOT SEE IT, lol. Also you don't see me either, and this is really going to hit you in a few weeks or months.
I don't mind waiting here. Why are you here? Oh, right, you're not. I'm alone... so sad, for you. (Still no interest in getting really really high. Babysteps put on the full Armor of God. babysteps deja vu again. babysteps finding Allison Eldest son posing as a pro and suddenly realiziing it is him... well, that was fun. Imagine how dangerous I am. lol. They sent a boy to pretend to be a hooker. To talk to me. And it took smoths. And I was palying with all of them. And you had no idea who paid for the hooker, huh? lol
I love it.
Mess with the best, die a hero like the rest.
