I am so sick of the sick freaks who keep making me lose consciousness and making me wake up at around 1 AM to force me to live in the middle of the night... It seems part of the reason has to do with the hoggy poops who can't stand to drink beer and because they for some freak reason insist n living around me and therefor because of some rules linked to the community they are living in, have eat and drink what ever I eat and drink... It seems such a reoccurring pattern that they make me lose consciousness when ever I serve myself a beer... Also... It's pissing me off that the my beer ends up stale and wasted when I wake up and that because of their obsessive making me lose consciousness the sound of my stereo if on at the time ends up playing sometimes loud until I wake up again...
Further more I am impatiently waiting for social services to direct me towards people who are competent to help me find a job which adapted to me disabilities so that I can be fully financially independent from my "mother".
Otherwise, my bike got mysteriously stolen yesterday afternoon, I had just brought it down the stairs, no one was in the hallway, and just needed to briefly go back up to fetch something, and with strong surprise when I got back down to the ground floor, it was gone... It outraged me and I beieve it triggered the very angry mood I was in through out the rest of the afternoon. I hope that at least the perpetuators of this crime were caught and that unless the bike can be returned to me that it be destroyed and that they get the punishment they deserve in accordance to Legal boundaries... That bike already had strong sentimental value to me, especially because the little custumisations I had done to it, with my ex wrist bands that I put on the handle bars, I had used them for a quite a while before using them to personalise my bike... Otherwise I had also black out with a marker the logo on the armature of the bike brand name: "Gecko"... So other the finnancial loss, which even though is not an enormous loss, is pissing me a hell lot... Because in the mean time, while I'm waiting to receive the new one I ordered, I am unable to enjoy the pleasure of biking around Paris... And finding new spots to hang out and wait for the day to rise when my Stalky Tormentors prevent me from having a normal sleeping patern, or just to pass time get some Air, end also possibly explore parts of Paris I have never been to...
One more detail, it seems that the Stalky Tormenting Freaks who make me live at indecent hours just to make me seem like a whore... I wish the most atrocious pain to all those responsible for manipulating my life in this way, or any other kind of way that is against my personal standards... And the same to those who are responsible for stealing my bike, and for any one who is into symbolically staining it. Which, when I think about could actually be the true reason of the theft...?!?
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Further more I am impatiently waiting for social services to direct me towards people who are competent to help me find a job which adapted to me disabilities so that I can be fully financially independent from my "mother".
Otherwise, my bike got mysteriously stolen yesterday afternoon, I had just brought it down the stairs, no one was in the hallway, and just needed to briefly go back up to fetch something, and with strong surprise when I got back down to the ground floor, it was gone... It outraged me and I beieve it triggered the very angry mood I was in through out the rest of the afternoon. I hope that at least the perpetuators of this crime were caught and that unless the bike can be returned to me that it be destroyed and that they get the punishment they deserve in accordance to Legal boundaries... That bike already had strong sentimental value to me, especially because the little custumisations I had done to it, with my ex wrist bands that I put on the handle bars, I had used them for a quite a while before using them to personalise my bike... Otherwise I had also black out with a marker the logo on the armature of the bike brand name: "Gecko"... So other the finnancial loss, which even though is not an enormous loss, is pissing me a hell lot... Because in the mean time, while I'm waiting to receive the new one I ordered, I am unable to enjoy the pleasure of biking around Paris... And finding new spots to hang out and wait for the day to rise when my Stalky Tormentors prevent me from having a normal sleeping patern, or just to pass time get some Air, end also possibly explore parts of Paris I have never been to...
One more detail, it seems that the Stalky Tormenting Freaks who make me live at indecent hours just to make me seem like a whore... I wish the most atrocious pain to all those responsible for manipulating my life in this way, or any other kind of way that is against my personal standards... And the same to those who are responsible for stealing my bike, and for any one who is into symbolically staining it. Which, when I think about could actually be the true reason of the theft...?!?
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