I don’t think being a cartoon dog is gonna protect me from bad people who hurt me. It doesn’t feel protected from anything right now, EMF’s, psychopaths…
I can’t do this hell anymore, and I can’t fix it, and there’s nowhere to go.
I can’t off myself, that would give the Evil Psycho Boy just what he wants. And it would hurt the people I’m trying to help. But I’m so tired.
I want respite, I want HELP, legal help, an end to this shit. I want to know my people, my own special people, are not suffering. And I want my good name back.
I don’t want to go through this over and over and over because my people can’t remember, reliving it over and over and over and over and over and over and over, having to explain it again and again and again.
And he hovers. The beat-down doesn’t end. The sly, unspoken hurts. The deliberate hurts, the sabotage. The twisting of the knife. And lie, after lie, after LIE. The microcosm of the EVIL that is the Globb Agenda…
I hate this feeling of helplessness. Hopelessness. It’s not making me stronger. My page is blue. I can’t even muster going for a walk. Wish I had a kitteh.
It is really hard to manage to stay positive these days. I'm feeling blue today, too. It all feels relentless and terrible. So tonight I will paws, turn on the Christmas tree, light a candle, and send all good thoughts your way. Love is all we need <3
I hear you. But I assure you that it's not all hopeless, we are more powerful than we know, and we are more powerful together.