Weird shit been happening for days. I cant even trust the person I lay next to. When I came home tonight, I heard two people talking, to the left of the front door, outside. A male and a girl. The chain fence clinks. I love writing it down cause that's when they quiet down. Its been this same girl talking shit, and she run her mouth fast asf and won't quiet down. Like just do better, I guess. Then u won't have to hear this shit. I be wondering, like its my life, right?? Why do you care?? And the people who fwm choose to fuck with me and they know wassup already so why not just leave me be?? Truly, they get off on torturing me, plus, you can't beat the pay. 4 bands just to talk shit about me all day?? Id take it too. Shiiiit. I can talk better shit then you.
No one believes you until something bad happens. That's why I document ts. So when they kill me yall can look back on ts and be like yup, she tried to tell us. Ya fuckin fucks. Except the police in on it too. That's why you gotta be worth more alive, than dead. Social darwanism. Survival of the fittest. If u ain't first, your last.
