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So some idiot freaking decided to ask one of their poor friends to watch me. This usually doesn’t end well.
Here’s why. You ask someone who has to be social and thinks that the person they are watching would want to be friends with them. Nope you are stalking someone in secret so why would you want to call attention to that? Next this person was told not to tell anyone. Hahahahaha. Once again a person who’s worth is decided by who they have around their home and who they are friends with. Yeah….really a great candidate. Someone who would want friends so bad they gave out my bank account and showed them everything in front of them. Someone who thinks everyone who wants to be her friend is not a criminal. Might as well just give them the gun they put to my head while I slept. Half the people around us were not paying their rent including her. Guess she blew through the funds, or was just using my bank account that she had access to and shared with the criminals. So yeah a perfect candidate. I know who suggested this person. Not a very smart person. An alcoholic none the less.
The worse thing is, is that person didn’t realize what they had done until afterwards. Dumb ass. Still her boyfriend still tried to walk into my home when I was going into mine. Fucking like he’s done it before. Remember that. Boy did she fled after she realized what she did.
The worse thing. There were people up there after she moved out. I have my suspicions that they moved them in after I complained. *wink* How did I know. Well let’s see I think they were using my computer to get on my internet, until I changed the pass code. Still think they can. I changed it again, but they seem to be able to. Just like they are able to tell when I buy new things. For example. I have some things hidden underneath things. So they know when I buy things. The worse case scenario, they have access to my apartment and come in any time they want. The only people who have access are those who work in the office….think about that little nugget.
For example when I bought some fangs for Halloween. Trivial things. But they were discussing it, like they were made out of gold or something. I was a vampire for Halloween so I needed fangs. My neighbors still discuss what I buy. I can’t buy anything. Probably some kin to someone that was up there before. So yeah. Why exclaim out loud. Oh yeah this was even before I could told anyone anything. They knew I bought a new TV. I needed one cuz my old one finally died. Here I hear these people discussing it. They even discuss when I buy stuff off of Amazon. So what does that tell you? They have access to my bank account again. This sucks for me. I know if I have to change my bank account every fucking year, it’s bad for me, because I have to learn a new bank account again. But they’ll just pretend they are me and the stupid bank will give out information. That reminds me I need to yell at the bank again. They failed miserably at something, which tells me the thieves/ stalkers are at it again.
So yeah I hope that investigator and that female voice or reason stops all of this shit. It’s just going to be a mess that will end up in a lawsuit. It’s kind of stupid. Who the fuck is that crazy? Like I’ve said before. If you give people information they shouldn’t have and expect them not to do anything with it, you are a dumb idiot. Seriously, if you leave a folder out on your chair with your personal information on it and expert the person next to you not to look at it, you really have no idea about human nature. People have been stalked and murdered because of something like that. The difference here, is I never gave anyone the opportunity to get that folder, but someone else gave my folder to everyone else. That’s worse than me doing it to myself eh? That means an army of people are armed with my information. They can always look up where I live. They can access things they shouldn’t be able to. They could steal my identity. Ruin everything.
You know what’s funny. They thought I was an illegal alien. Hahahaha. Seriously? Me. I had to provide proof because of their digging around flagged a lot places, so I had to prove it. Also might be because I mentioned I went to California for a visit. Not that I was from California. I guess that makes anyone from there an illegal alien? That includes the blonde blue eyed ones or just the dark skinned ones? A lot to think about.
I’m telling you it’s ridiculous, what stalkers do. I am not sure why they care what I buy. It’s for me. But I’m thinking, they want to steal it later. Most definitely that’s why. I am not buying anything for them. Shit. I’ll keep a bag of shit for them. I find it a bit crazy they care what I buy, when I see people bringing in a ton of TVs into their home or brand new appliances or even consoles. Still my stuff is the stuff they want to steal? That’s fucking crazy. Yeah I know you stole my alarms by the way. Then made the mistake of using them where I could hear too. Professional private eyes or should I say criminals. Hard to tell right?
I know the persons who broke in were waiting for me to leave. They probably broke in the minute I left. Thanks to the loudmouth upstairs. The problem is the loud mouth upstairs said something to me, that made me realize who she was friends with. She mentioned my coworkers being mean to me and laughing like it wasn’t true. Still she seemed to know more than she let on. Now when I get a bad feeling about something, I’m not going to ignore it.
By the way. If you’re going to be an asshole to someone while their family member is dying and expect them to be your best buddy go fuck yourself. Hell the fuck no. Fuck you, fuck you, and fuck you. Then continue to be an asshole after they pass away, FUCK YOU. Then someone has to tell you why they want to punch a hole in you. FUCK YOU! WHO THE FUCK MAKES FUN OF SOMEONE’S DYING FAMILY MEMBER. I can give you a list, including my neighbors.
I think I’m done now. I should be doing something else, but decided to vent for a minute. Lata gata.