Hi everyone I hope you enjoyed my recent posts. It was fun to do the videos and delusional content. Sadly I am still being abused by activism in my neighborhood and on trains and subways. The main thing they are doing is touching me. Charlene did it today when I reached for a can of grape soda. It was nasty. Her hand all over my hand like they used to do at Barnes and Noble. I am worried that they will lock me out of the building without a knife to kill myself with.
Today I will try to take my medicine. Yesterday I tried but there were no cups of water so when I went upstairs to get water I then forgot.
There are also secret messages at night telling me that Ravneet has another person. She knows that I don't accept those terms and it puts me at risk of stating in writing that the deal is off. But I think I might be safe because I have definitely made the choice that she is my final attempt at a person and I am content to die alone if it is another trick.
Probably this racism will be like a rash and then seen for what it is as a historical embarrassment, to me the last thing anyone needed. Calling it justice doesn't make it that. I think there are many leaders who have overtly expressed that they think no one will notice their hypocritical abuse. Like literally, "Trust me, no one will find out about this." That is sad to me and once again, my grief is not just for myself as people waste their lives humping themselves all around me like the dirt around Pig Pen from the snoopy cartoon.
It is possible I have just found myself in a bad environment that is unconducive to the racial support I am capable of and already showed a loyalty to in my life. Like when a kid gets mixed in with the wrong crowd, I made a mistake of staying alive.
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