I am not psychosis, people just talk shit about me all day, and typically I ignore them. Its easy, there just words, right? But this involved a car psychosis, the television talking to me and also me not having my five dream jobs(one was so basic it was 13.50 an hour but I would have been around people I enjoyed and field I loved.) It also includes an attempted assisted suicide. Its all true. It was so sick to do this to someone, that's why I am so afraid to go back to Houston. It was ultimately induced slavery. It was. Its been a year, there was nothing produced and I got screwed out of a year. The idea of making someone money that is sick - would have been a great concept, but it never came to true. I got screwed out of a year and half of my life when I could have done bad all on my own.
Once in a blue moon, I'll get pissed. Today, some woman was being a psycho for me and I told her thank you, loser. Cause she was, an L7. Cause innately, if you have to follow a loser around your a loser yourself. If we bump into each other, I'll be the loser.
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I pay in the experience. I pay through people. I pay in time. I pay in I'll hang out with you. I don't know how to say it but I am broke and can't afford to pay you any money. If I had the money, I would pay you, buckets for email lists, campaigns, billboards, everything, Twitter blasts, I don't know what these kids are into. Snapchat(I met this girl through this and she was so fucking fat she broke snapchat - that young lady was a healthy 300 pounds), that's how crazy these 18 months have been) or Kik(kit or whatever) dude. I don't know.
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