GENRE: Code Red Reports to DC and Comedy Fiction
Heres your computer from the UN, the UN gives computers to people who have the potential to cause harm, in my case harm to myself, but because to a greater benefit to others, is worth the sacrifice of giving up my right to privacy for the purposes of building trust.
Im a great resource. Why people go through my stuff and steal from me. Im organized, gifted, and have A LOT OF EVERYTHING. They even steal office supplies from me, leggings, brand new clothes, tank tops, my favorite clothes, steal computers, wipe out my harddrive, steal my boyfriends, etc.
I need to get going now. All of these people make me feel like dying.
KEITH I ALMOST DIED! My body hurts! Its not my ego! You hurt my body.
MOLLY EINSTEIN dummy.
AND AARON TOO TRIED TO KILL ME.
MOLLY EINSTEIN DUMMY.
I think slow I read slow and take a long time. But everything I know I know well and know by heart.
My Dad went to Columbia and an MD and on my Moms side my Cousins were Valedictorian and Harvard graduates.
I may be emotionally immature and my weakness but dont hurt me where it hurts most and keep me from achieving in life.
My THESIS IS ABOUT THE COUNSELORS NOT ABOUT ME ASSHOLE. YOU FUCKING IDIOTS. Just because I write a book about managing emotions DOESNT MEAN I KNOW HOW TO MANAGE MY OWN EMOTIONS AND THAT YOU WANT TO TEST ME TO TEST MY CREDIBILITY AND PROFESSIONALISM FUCK YOU YOU FUCKING PERVERT.
I HAD IT SOOOO GOOD IN MARINA DEL REY I GAVE UP EVERYTHING FOR AARON BROWN. You needed me AND I DIDNT NEED YOU!!!!! I felt sorry for you thats why I dated you to make you feel good.
YOU FUCKED UP AN INVESTIGATION YOU FUCKED UP MY RECORD YOU FUCKED UP MY REPUTATION YOU FUCKED UP MY CHARACTER YOU FUCKED UP MY CREDIBILITY YOU FUCKED UP MY RECOVERY YOU FUCKED UP MY FOCUS YOU FUCKED UP MY FACE YOU FUCKED UP MY BODY YOU FUCKED UP MY SAFETY NEEDS YOU FUCKED UP MY LIFE.
YOU CANNOT BE TRUSTED WHY I LEFT YOU WHY BECAUSE YOU ARE NEVER HONEST NEVER ANSWER A SINGLE QUESTION I ASK AND ALWAYS VAGUE NEVER HONEST AND COLD.
What joy does it bring you and satisfaction to make my head hurt or get confused or sad.
Now Im Secretary of The Internet Anne Frank, making up a Diary of CRAZY STUFF AND BELIEFS BASED ON MY EXPERIENCES AND WHAT I would say daily, writing from an Attic (my car a BMW X3).