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Love. We all are in, looking for it, envying it or something. Sometimes Love isn’t just getting it from someone else either.
The thing about love is that no matter how much you try not to like someone, you seem to fall for them any way. Then you hate yourself later.
Still I guess we all want to be in love or feel loved. I think that’s human nature.
Still what about self love? No I don’t mean masturbating. I mean truly loving and caring about yourself.
I wonder if anyone ever thinks that what they say to someone about someone else whether it’s true, a lie, or a half truth can affect how that person treats that person. Believe me something like that can cause a lynch mob mentality or a vengeance mentality. It can even cause harm to be done to someone all because it get’s them riled up enough to hate that person.
Hey did you check my email for me? Can you see what sites I visited today? Let’s discuss.
So if someone gives my phone number to someone else without my permission, what should the consequence be?
What about overstepping my boundaries?
What about breaking into my home?
What about stealing my bank account?
What about making it easy for someone to break into my home, steal my bank account, or steal my credit/bank card?
How many times does someone have to tell you that “it’s not a credit card.”?
Seriously though, I would like to find out who got a hold of my bank account. They seriously caused a lot of issues. I don’t just mean money issues. I mean other issues. Believe me I won’t ever forget what kind of problem that caused and what it did. Especially hearing the group of people talking about what was in my account. Hearing them laughing about it and making a comment about how I wanted to work a part time job. First of all I didn’t tell my neighbors jack about that. The only way they would have known is by eavesdropping. Which I have no idea how they would have been able to, since I didn’t do anything out loud. Mostly texted which seems to be one of the avenues. Or possibly due to an insane reason such as cameras and listening devices. Might have been due to that, which I hope not. That’s fucking crazy. Plus they seemed to know how much furniture I have, which yeah none of my neighbors had been in my place at all. Only maintenance unless they got in when maintenance failed to lock the door or someone stole the key from the office, or maintenance wasn’t alone. Still how the heck did they get access to my bank account. No way. They had to have tricked someone. Still I wonder if he was the cause of it, but he didn’t have any access to my bank account. Yet the problem of them making fun of me seems to be an issue with someone. “I told you not to make fun of her.” So apparently someone else heard them. I wonder what else they heard?
Yep that bothers me and I’m not ashamed to still have that bother me. It’s something I won’t forget because it left the weirdest and strangest impression.
It’s like seeing a dead body for the first time. It leaves a lasting impression. The blueness of the nails and the mucosa around the mouth. The eyes fixed and dilated. Some bodies just look like they are sleeping, while others look like they were fighting for their lives. Some still have the color on their cheeks, while others are pale. Some bodies look immaculate, while others are bloated. Some bloody, some frail, some unrecognizable. The shock of seeing a dead body, you will never forget it.
You should watch that autopsy video. Had to watch it for school, like the period video.
Got a little dark didn’t it?
Love yeah that’s what I start off with.
Am I in love? Maybe.
I really wish people would stop trying to play match maker. They don’t know what I like. They bring me all kinds of guys. Don’t bring me a drinker, a smoker, a drug addict(yes that includes pot smokers and prescription drug abusers), a womanizer, an ass, an abuser (verbal or physical), or someone that doesn’t know what they want. That last one makes you so confused to the point where you’re like I’ll find someone else. So pretty much narrowed that down to a handful of men.
Yeah the other day some dude blew his smoke my way while he was smoking a cigarette, I hope. That was not very attractive at all.