See mee, please see me, like me, I force you.

I feel lonely... Left alone...
It's so sad. I'm alone in this... I need someone around me all the time and so mutch attention I seek...
I'm just a hopeless mess
They fucked my shildhood up.
Sorry for me guys.

Can't blog about drugs anymore...

That just so sad...
I love drugs. In all forms and shapes.
But my drug-addicted neighbor think that the fucking cops, FBI and CIA are reading my blog making him fucking paranoid.
So I have to put on my low profile so my idiot neighbour don't freak out and have a panic attack.
FOR THE LAST TIME ON MY BLOG FOR NOW

I NEED MORE DRUGS

And it wasn't me, no I don't sit on any. And I cnow my rights staying at home. I won't come to the policestation. What you just fucking with me. Goddammed neighborhood.

Missed Him

Love to have Breivik back I'm court, sad storry Norway don't pay up to it standards. And making Breivik able to come with these accusations that he can.

I know how it is to feel isolation on the body without minimum of human needs, the brain changes not into sorting better. It's Human torture... Making all the food but treathen from eating it. I almost killed my abuser. But I didn't pull it of, trying to kill my self instead. Then he had to live with my name on his chest. Well guess what I will be waiting for u.
So not making shure that the prisoners health is taken care of, and Anders into recovery not something worse ore different.
Prisson? Someday... After rowing ore defending my self with deadly whepon. But over time this isolation without neseserly needs taken care of is wery unhealthy.

We have ouer red thread, he have my attention. Make this count.

Playing loud

Taking it up to max
Making sound that desturbing the neighbours.
Taking it as high as I can....
Want to have hollarious fun
Fucking up others heads
No no no not her
And that's me....

Once upon a time

There was this young girl falling in love with all the wring people. But faith was trying to make her heal and help them. Amberrest abaot her ways she refused to let go of her self. And then this girl met the Farmer..  Flirting with her mind, tutches her knowing her way was as right that any other...
She met love in impossible places, leting him into her life... Knowing it could mean the end of her. And Farmer boy stayed surprisingly after insane visits... Still vice inough knowing it was her faith, work and life calling to help unbelievable heavy loaded individuals. As a step fourder into normalety, getting x-conwicts rehabilitated.
She didn't know it but she did a good job. Priceless...  Now the rest of cociety need to reebooth their mainframe programming the brain to see X-criminals as ok everyday people.    If that's posebol to a evrege human being. We are judging.
So she starts looking for her twin star to awake the people on the topic 'people do shange' a human being isn't permanent always in evolution.
Not often the gap in evolution and timelind get visibility by seeing hwo is infront of their time. It's here we see angels and prove their existence. Ore the human just evolving faster then the others. Giving them the look of can't guess the age she looks like she's 2000years old ung but to experienced to be young as she look. Ready to catch the earth when falling for her creation. Me.
Thanks....

To mutch pain ?

Maybe....
I'm trying to be fucking everything.  And it's mutsh to take to consideration. And the darksideris is getting my attention. Wonder if my theory on pain is posebol?
That larger the injury is the less pain you feel. Pain just go over to unbelievable different feeling. The chock comes and turns everything into something else. The brain starting to work different, something that never goes completely away... But a paper cut to the finger oh no, please don't do that to me. Always getting tutches in that wounded earya. That is pain....