Word of the Day: 三日月

I am needing to get to the next page but, I am already tired. It is 9:20pm. I couldn't even buy food now if I wanted to.

I am just drinking tea and drinking water. I tried to eat buldak ramyeon but my body rejected it so badly I had to throw it all up.

I have 9 more tasks left in this day... and it is really just this day. I am finally caught up to the 4th.

Going through the files on my phone is very triggering for me. I am trying to figure out what to do with them. I am uploading some of the ones I want to save, but some of them, I don't have any idea what to do with.

worry.

I can't afford to automatic write right now, otherwise... The ones who believe I am crazy, can't really fathom what I've seen. What was done in the Ether and in the 3D. I don't even want to think about Jail.

I was speaking Japanese for hours and hours, and no one talked to me. I was not given an interpreter. They mocked me and forced me to speak English so, I started to interfere in the Spanish discussions. I didn't really want to, but since they refused to talk to me I started writing in Russian on the walls.

No blades in Jan.

I wrote it in my own blood. In solitary confinement.

If any police officer in the Yamhill county jail remembers, all the fake and godless names they all wear, is just proof that they are empty vessels, none of them had souls.

I uploaded a few videos that I took right before I was arrested. I was just in my room. I didn't do anything, my mom prevented me from seeing anyone, from going out, she kept me locked up constantly. I eventually started locking myself in there because, at least she could not get to me in my own room.

Now, she is driving me to school, and every time she takes me to the campus, she drives through the school bus yard, because she enjoys triggering me. She knows how my grandma died.

I don't pay attention to her at all. She is only a driver because, anyone who actually loved me, would not treat me like that. She wouldn't be literally making a profit from my misery. Check her bank account. Look at who pays her. It is all a lie.

Jahon was right, no one really cares, unfortunately. He is not a great man himself but, at least he talked to me.

Well, I guess I should take my own advice and do the easy stuff first so at least I am creating more space in my phone and doing what I can.

I don't want to hear any love songs right now, because I can't even stand having my feelings being used against me... I am trying to remember that feeling I had.

No one can get me in here. I am safe.

I still need to get my key back from my mom, that or I need to ask my landlord to make a new key. It is probably going to cost a lot... But I need piece of mind.

I can't really afford another expense but, my safety comes first.

I just want to say, I am not suicidal whatsoever. If I die this year in an accident, I didn't kill myself. I was murdered, just like my Grandma Rita. Her blood spilled all over the road, like roadkill. She was only 95 lbs...