You’re not sexually advanced or a safe sex partner. You’re not good enough, a Croatian support weight supporter, with multiple dates on Wilshire, sushi, and gym dates. Making fun of who Justice Roberts is or being picked by someone who looks similar doesn’t mean the Chief of SCOTUS blocking me after telling me it’s unsafe. Trying to be you hurts me; I can’t control it. I worry about losing, giving up, and can’t fight mass shootings or school shootings. Letting anything excuse or any beating tell me what I can or can’t do, starting with nothing, being alone somewhere else, no one is strong enough to handle it. Deleting stuff, wasting time, deleting, punishing voices, drinking, stopping blogging, making me fight, reporting voices, disabling me if there’s a crisis no one can fix except me, then convincing me I’m disabled, delusional, or a pervert is doing a disservice to disable politicians. Let losses in common or crimes in common be screaming issues I’ve not falsely managed, protected families from.

Texting Kris Jenner upon dating Dejan, who drove a green Porsche, being made love to by men in Germany, making fun of me. I recommended to Todd to try drawing nude models, told him of my experience in France, or comfort with the human form, not a bad form or focus. Sex issues respected, took Fashion Design NY, handled, and NY police handled. Given a hard time, disabled, told me that I sounded fine, made a joke I’m doing better than him. Making fun of blowing out of taco, sitting on the curb, being rejected by the bouncer, taking my phone away, inviting an ex from Japan (Bettor Juice revenant), who I am, staying home, not out, is an issue.

Making fun of studying in Boulder public library, witnessing a man masturbating in front of me, a fake victim, old first boyfriend joke, too old for me. The police I told I’m in a court case, DA disclosure, informed him my friends were upset about what happened at the bar, reassured she’s still my friend, will be okay by me, and she supported me, nice to me, learned to accept my disability concern, accepted, not a yearbook Tumblr fashion school joke. I only have a few best friends who visited me, parents who know me. Life is a rush.