Hello everybody,
Today is not a good day.
I cleaned my house.
I didn't go to work.
Nobody cares that I'm alone, I'm crying.
Music helps.
Sleeping helps.
Nobody cares.
They lie, the Perps.
They are Cockey, arrogant.
Shouting through my house with different voices. With
The crazy voice, the arrogant voice, the sad voice, the dominant voice. Like Social Media is the King.
I'm touching my face like they mind control me. I'M still under.
I didn't touch my face like that.
They like the drama they caused in my life.
Whenever I leave it's drama. Everywhere drama.
They blow up everything. I'm the VICTEM here.
Take me to court I said.
I know the Perps won't.
They torture me with men leaving me. Catastrophe, disaster.
Panic, cry. You're doomed. Life is simple love is simple, easy.
Everybody listen it's over between, everybody listen...don't want....
On and on they go. We have love. These young Perps are crazy.
These horney youngsters. They are horney all the time.
Afraid to be alone. We"ll end up like Angeline.
YOU have NOBODY. Why do you wanna have sex with someone you hate eh?
Being naked makes them happy, I wear a bathing suit when I shower or cloth.
They peep every second. These Perps are greedy and jealous. Shouting like there's a goal. Goal. You should hear what they say.
People who have a relationship torture single people. Like we are a thread.
Insecure. PARANOID. BOTHER ME.
I'm always the one to hate. The only way I will do that is when I'm framed.
Who Framed Angeline, I will say. It would be pure sexual abuse if it ever happens. A man nasty men pervert, sick individual hu. Sexual abuse is an issue. Being used like an Sex Object by men who are married is wrong without consent and fully knowing who's there. The Perps say they are married. I'm not to blame. Men lie. I hope they burn in Hell I don't care who that man is. My eyes are bad, they're getting clearer. I hope it stays. I'm being abuse because of it.
Every thought I have they put on Social Media. People eat it.
Good food. Damn Them.
All because of love.
I'm still facing the fact that I men meet the wrong white men.
Like I'm not the kind you take home to mamma.
I'm special and pure. Honest. Gods love flows in me.
Well Bye bye for now,
Angeline Klas
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