My Dear Aaron. please CALM THE FUCK DOWN. and maybe we can be friends again.
It's okay, hope you are well. I am not vicious. I am just hurt by the comments you made, calling me a "whore" and calling me "mentally ill." As supportive as you were, you took a turn for the worse during the demise of our relationship which is unforgiveable given the circumstances and hospital bills, and the subsequent turmoil endured with my relationship with my family who did not approve of you. Makes it difficult to keep in touch with someone who I dedicated ALL my attention to, and did not see my friends, and disassociated myself from my siblings, and then to be rejected by you. Sent me on another spiral downward, to a recurring condition. One of which in February 2009, I was banging my head in a hospital, after committing suicide and swallowing a bottle of pills (Kolonopin) after my ex would not return my calls and texts after I accused him of flirting too much with his co-workers (a text popped up on his phone inviting him to a trailer by his employer and him replying 'miss you candy pants' which he adamently denied. rightfully so, we reunited after i returned home from the hospital. however when banging my head, they dragged me down the hall to a room, with a 3 foot wide door, and a small window the 12 inches by 8 inches. threw me down on a metal bedframe, strapped a belt across my forehead, and put me in 5 point restraints. crying, i could not speak. and they took a needle, a glass bottle needle surrounded by a metal casing, and stabbed me in the left side of my need, my body shaking immediately went numb, the lights fadded and i blacked out. when I woke up i could barely speak and barely function, in bed, and wallowing around, silent, could not formulate a sentence. it has taken me very long to recover. but you treat me as though i am a fully abled person, and have endured much disability and much inner turmoil and much abuse within my family growing up, to the extent you would not understand, screaming and fighting and banging my head against the tile walls to my bathroom, and locking myself in there. screaming for my parents to help me. you do not understand, and it is not your fault that you do not understand. BUT it is NOT your duty to correct me or to sabatoge me or to further isolate me or to degrade me or to make me feel like i am a bad person or i am a bad match or i am a whore or i am mentally ill. it is people like you who are too quick to judge and be critical WITHOUT regard for the subsequent harm that may occur and LACK OF FORESIGHT that causes situations like these to occur in the BOSTON BOMBINGATTACKS AND THE BOMB THAT EXPLODED IN TEXAS AT WEST A "MONSANTO" FERTILIZER COMPANY. you aaron brown need to focus on yourself first AND BE LAST TO CRITICIZE ANYONE. focus on anothers strengths and focus on the good memories and the good things about people. if you listened to me and stopped attacking me, and stopped interrogating me, and stopped calling me things that i am not. the more you continue to berade me and talk shit to me, the less sympathy i have for you. YOU NEED TO STOP ATTACKING PEOPLE. THIS ISNT THE WILD WEST YOU CANT JUST RUN AROUND SHOOTING PEOPLE BECAUSE YOU THINK THAT I AM SOMETHING I AM NOT. THINK FOR YOURSELF, IF YOU DO NOT TREAT OTHERS WITH RESPECT AND DO NOT RESPECT OTHERS (EVEN IF THEY DO NOT CONFORM TO YOUR SET OF BELIEFS OR YOUR STANDARDS) DOES NOT GIVE YOU THE RIGHT TO ATTACK THEM. for what its worth i hope you find peace and find closure in knowing that you successfully made me come out of my box and back on twitter and mail 25 lbs of documents to the united states supreme court and to the california supreme court for review of my medical condition. and for review of the february 2009 incident at ucla where i flat lined and almost died. ON THAT NOTE ON BEHALF OF JUSTICE CLARENCE THOMAS AND SOTOMAYOR AND JUSTICE GINSBERG AND JUSTICE SCALIA goodnight moon. I actually feel like I have cancer now. Thank you (sarcasm)