If you don’t like to see me write four, five letters words, I’m warning you not to read this. I just have to let out some anger.
I am so, so sick of what I have to go through every day. Every little thing becomes an all day task. Something which should take me a few minutes to do becomes a four, five-hour thing.
I can’t go outside my apartment and enjoy the fresh air. Some idiot will come out of his apartment and ride around in circles and circles in front of me.
And someone who doesn’t live near me, but lives a few blocks away, just always has to walk by when I’m standing outside.
Or if I decide to go the store, I have five bastards, who live three doors from me, suddenly have to go the same way.
If I cross the street, the creeps have to cross the street.
If I go into a restaurant, I’ll have ten people or more people follow me in.
If I go to the library, suddenly the library gets very busy and there’s a long time to use a computer.
Or if I take out a book I want to read, suddenly everyone wants to read the book.
If I want to take a walk, suddenly the sidewalk becomes very busy. People everywhere.
I can’t have nice furniture, because the bastards will destroy it. Can’t pretty up my apartment, because they’ll un-pretty it. Can’t have curtains, because they’ll rip them; or flowers, because they’ll empty out the water and kill the flowers.
I’m just so sick of the bastards. I don’t have a day, or minute to myself. The lowlife scumbags surround me everywhere I go. They seem to have absolutely nothing to do with their lives, but annoy targets.
I’m just sick of being held hostage by these miserable pieces of shit!
I need a break from this life. I’m sick of what I have to put up with every single day of my life.
I want to take a walk without being followed. I want to enjoy a meal without an entourage. I want to go out with friends and enjoy their company. I want to breathe fresh air without the gang stalkers surrounding me and suffocating me.
I just want to live free. I want to live my life without the bastards being in it every second, minute, day, hour, week, month, year.
I want to live my life without feeling I’m in prison surrounded by prison guards.
I want to be let out of this hell.
I want freedom, freedom, freedom.
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