YOU ARE A REALLY FUCKED UP ALCOHOLIC! THAT WAS FUCKING DISGUSTING WHAT YOU FUCKING DID TO ME YOU EGOMANIAC PSYCHOPATHS!
“YOU know him very carefully?” No wonder I backed into that car?! You guys and gals thought I was lying. ]
I recently went through dating violence again in 2017. So this is a complete disorganized mess again.
What its like living with flashbacks and having your PTSD re-triggered by getting raped again by constant inquisitiveness into my close personal information of surviving attempted human trafficking, and attempted murder, along with getting raped up the ass violently trying to escape the psycho mother fucker. This Has not been fun or funny for me. Stop raping me: mind, body and soul (and financially). I literally flinch physically. And when someone starts coming at me aggressively, I get mad and scared (this is normal, did you know that, that’s what fear tactics create) at being bullied, harassed, and abused and misused and having my trust violated this way. I’ve lost my job again, thanks to curiosity of complete strangers and sexual harassment after returning and being of service as a christian, trying to give hope and help in another country and returning to America. Do you know how there are people in America who go through this too, and it’s not our fault either?
Your anti-depressants caused that creation. Medical mistreatment! Of a healthy person who cries.
This has really fucking hurt my feelings (and I cry about it) regularly, almost every day, sometimes 4-5 times a day. Thanks. And I may be a christian, but I still fucking cuss at assholes! I’m not you’re fucking toy or slave to abuse and crucify because somebody fucked up and try to say I was a god damn prostitute! COCKSUCKERS! He stole my last $400 dollars, he is a third level sex offender. HE CUT ME WITH AN OUTBACK STEAK KNIFE-I remember, I’ve used one before eating at Outback when life was more normal and happy.
I get mental images and flashes of imagery of previous experiences flash in my head. I flinch.
And you know what else? I got raped again upon my return from Africa by a guy who was just waiting for the opportunity to use that experience against me. Because that is what abusive men do who hate women! So what did I do? I TOLD THE COPS AND REPORTED IT LIKE YOU ARE SUPPOSED TO DO! That’s what you do.
Now, I need to get employed thank you for fucking with my life AGAIN! (NOT!) I’m A FUCKING WOMAN ASSHOLES SHOW SOME REPECT!
I don’t love criminals, I FUCKING HATE THEM! Channel your anger into a healthy form, I keep trying to do that, and people keep trying to deny that I know how to show care and concern. I actually love people, but my loving heart/voice keeps getting lost in the tone.