yesterday they went into a panic because they can't get in touch with me. they have the new #. they have called it before. all of a sudden they can only use the old #. one family member lies and said she can't email because i write back nasty notes. she is the one who writes nasty emails so i had to block her, the kind of person who needs people to look bad around her so she can look good.
she wants to sell my aunt's house to get money and build a gated community there. like that will sell.
she needs to look holy.
the point is...these people don't even know me. i live far away and no one communicates.
they all drink very heavy. okay they go to work-some of them still can- they need to look good.
they can't have someone like me around who sees the sickness...years of headshrinkers.
it hurts. it hurts because i reached out and found a swarm of wasps...no pun intended...
there must be someone to grieve the fantasy family.
i would like to say they would just stop but what i think is every now and again they need someone to pick on.
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