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So these niggas have a grudge...but they can't say anything. So they do weird shit to battle my weird shit. But I am the king. They won't win this. Each one can be reached. In the end....they all talk.

Maybe I'm super sensitive...maybe that's me gasoghting myself. Maybe I'm fucking crazy. Who knows honestly...I'm too lazy to get down the brass tacks and really figure it out....but here are things that I know....let's just start with tonight. I walked into this bathroom and picked a stall. This side of the bathroom was entirely empty. No less than 5 minutes after I sit down...that's when the foot traffic starts...like Grand Central station foot traffic. And it's weird...Now I am high...but I also here them whisper....there is a certain kind of silence that accompanies surveillance. Usually it's the sound of motion...if anybody knows what I'm talking about....I'm not sure I do...but again...I'm just saying...this is what I know. SO. Here I am sitting in the stall waiting for the inevitable to happen....I hear the creaks of the doors in the next stalls slowly creaking....like someone is trying to open them silently... which is weird...they usually slam them open and closed. As I type this...someone just entered the stall next to me...comic sounds should occur soon..maybe as he tries to cover his tracks as he purposely spies on me or tries to fuck with me....whatever the case is...it's weird. A second dude enters the stall on my left now...they both have to do number two obviously...why else would they be here. Now the show is in full swing....only I'm not doing anything...I'm typing this message. The only sound they hear is the sound of my fingers hitting the keyboard and the vibration sound that follows each click. Who Re these people? What do they want? This shit only happens in Utah. How fucking strange is that shit. Sounds are coming from the next stalls...sounds like drugs....I'm not sure....who knows dude. This shit is exhausting...I purposely waited this long to get out of bed and they patiently waited for me as well....does the company just follow me to the bathroom I wonder? Where else do they follow me and for what? Maybe I'm just being super sensitive....maybe this is the only way they know to get my attention. Maybe all this shit is silly and my brain is making all of of it up because it constantly seeks entertainment. Because I'm fucked up. Who the fuck knows. Sometimes it's comedy. Sometimes I go along with the game. My feet are asleep now. Now I'm just typing my thoughts as they come. I wonder the identity of my neighbors.... wouldn't it be funny if I was doing talk to text right now in the stall??? Lmao....that would be hella weird.. one guy has had enough and he has decided to leave. The dude on my left still sits...now we are in a sit off.... Who's gonna get weirded out first and get up to leave? Not me...I was born for this awkward shit man. The craziest thing about Utah is nobody wants to talk about this shit out loud...and it's kinda fucked up....this place is the most sexually repressed state o have ever been to. And as a result....the people are insanely demented. It's kinda fucked up. I feel like I'm the only one that has figured this shit out...like what the fuck dude....maybe these people know it and just don't want to say it aloud. That thought that if you speak it...it becomes real. I don't know. I'm not freaked out anymore...I. just more curious than anything....who are my stalkers dude and what the fuck do they want?

Every So Often

Something comes along and fucks you up. It opens that door your ptsd keeps looking over at every time it jumps at the sound of a whoreish ex girlfriends footsteps. She fucking destroyed my confidence and raped my ability to trust. Ill never recover. I cant risk that heartbreak again. It would be suicide to try, unless i was absolutely sure. And who can be sure when you fall in love with a heroin addict? This entire animal of a relationship was doomed from the moment I met her. Its like Ive alreadys seen the end and im actively, desperately trying to change the ending and save us....and nothing is working.

It takes skill to look this good. I was barely posing in this shot.

Wayward Pines, Utah

Something has been going on. It's been going on for awhile, since at least the beginning of the summer. Imagine being followed everywhere you go. Every where I go, everyone is the same. They all whistle the same when they don't think I'm listening. At night the cars can control their headlights independently, blinking them on and off or flashing their brights at me as I'm walking down the street. The same people show up everywhere I go. They all stare at me the same. They all whisper. I don't know what's happening or who they are. This has gone on so long that I've just accepted it and it doesn't bother me as much as it used to. I still notice it, but I'm able to go on about my day. I don't know if anybody else sees this but I would appreciate the companionship on this issue.....

#Utah #weird #wtf #wayward #Pines

This is gonna sound weird but I'm being followed around town. Everyday and it's been constant for almost a month that I'm aware of. Don't know who they are....they've watched me commit misdemeanors around town so I'm almost positive they aren't cops but still that leaves me with no idea who they are. The majority of them drive lifted pickups like the F150 or Ram 1500. They have numerous other vehicles at their disposal though so it's tough to keep track of cars. All the cars have those Super bright headlights and they can blink either the left or right off individually and they do that aT night to either creep me out or signal to each other. When they see me they raise their hands to their mouths like they have a microphone on their wrist or something. They know I've figures this out so sometimes this take a the form of smoking their cigarette while it's enclosed between all of their fingers like a Frenchman.....I can lose them sometimes when they are in pursuit but most of the time they are spread out pretty well and use a tailing technique where one will follow for awhile and them turn off while another picks me up ahead of me.....I don't know what to do. I hate cops but I'm gonna file a report today. Please let me know if anybody has experienced something like this....I'll post more later.

Something inside me died overnight. I don't know what it was but today I feel the loss....im just all like BLAH BLEH 😒 Today.

Dear Mom....and anyone else judging me based off what u see

At least I'm real. I don't pretend to be a good Christian or anything else but me. 100% unapologetic for who I am and the things I will and won't tolerate from people because this things are what separate me from the rest of you sheep. Money does not run me. Things do not drive me. People will be fake and I don't hate them for it...thats what they are comfortable with and how they wanna live then fine....what they eat does not make me shit. But don't disrespect me cuz we are different and you don't agree with what or how I'm doing it. That's ugly. And I won't tolerate that. I will get in ur ass and then teach you the correct way to speak to me if you wanna have a conversation or be civil. This goes for moms and family members as well. Don't be fake and then talk shit about me cuz I'm real and I don't lie about shit....ill tell u about the dope, I'll tell u who I fucked, or what I was doing if u really wanna know. I am not afraid. And the way you look down on me from your fake perch does not bother me cuz I know if there's a second level of hell, when you die, that's where you'll be. When I die I want u to ask my closest friends about me and the type of person I was and ask yourself if you would do what I do/did. I'm the change I want to see in the world. Who are you?

meloetta

new rule

if you fight your dad and win you become the dad

I really feel like if I had some dope I could figure this shit out....like just one shot. But it is not around me right now and I take that as a sign. I'm not meant to be in that life right now. I need to get a job and I'm trying but there's so many roadblocks...identification, social security card, proper clothes. I had all that shit but it was stolen/lost. I call that the cost of a good time....real life continues while you get high. It doesn't pause or form itself aound you like the high life can....just a transition period I guess....back into using responsibly I guess because I don't want to quit, I just need to get a grip. Me being clean right now is crucial to me forming a tighter grip so that it doesn't get out of control....idk. That's how I'm living my life right now and it brings me happiness currently but I know there are deeper issues. And I will need to address them one day head on and just stop procrastinating. One day at a time.

I bet you tired of hearing from me randomly I sorry I'm a mess This life mishandled me Remember back when all of this began with me We came together just to call ourselves family But way back before you had my little man for me My best friend was you All these damn memories Of me and you and the places we ran to I would say I'm in love And you would tell me I love you And that’s all I needed I'd leave the earth if I had to I'd use my smile to disarm you Attack you with charm to fill the space to distract you To hide my own flaws My moral gaps And the cracks in my character I'd pretend to be perfect To hide the strength of my barrier They were lies Lookin back I should changed my direction And showed you just who I was And let you choose to accept it But I was scared You couldn't tell a boy who had nothing and nobody that it was fine to be alone We combined each others souls till u felt pain you didn't understand and it hurt you and that I couldn't condone But who woulda known my pain would consume you the way it did Tear away my biggest love and my only kid I'm still afraid I could never go through that again I run away to rock bottom Here I go again

I'm high right now I feel like I can touch the sky right now I just left it all behind right now I fucking left the past behind right now Don’t nothin matter I'm the man right now Remind me why I was depressed just now I know why they call this dope right now cuz I dont feel this in my life right now Watch my fly with broken wings Like I'm a god right now