I guess I changed my thinking for the better. I hear it in air all day.

I just had a suicidal, unstable woman offer me a blowjob or fuck, then get into a fight over nothing, then have a seizure. Unstable trying to suck my unstable dick, then fighting for no reason. The cable was shorted out. Crazy. I hate living with people. But fuck it - next week, Seigal Suites.

Meanwhile, being woken up by a scary satellite to see some people that put me through too much to be around. @ always 7:30.

Then I tried to fuck the girl that lived next to me, but she would have thrown it to me if I wasn't a part of this.

I don't have time to listen to people's conversations and stare. That broke my thinking.

I didn't stare at one bitch ass car. There is no story to tell, the summer of sam shit is done.

I hated all of it - I also flipped through channels ignoring everything.

Plus I don't know one of my sheets on material - then I am broke. I don't have time for this faggit ass shit.

We're at this point in the story. We don't know each other after this. Anyone. My former coworkers, anyone in the lack of reality.

We don't know anyone. And the summer of Sam story everyday. Fuck - I've been a pussy ass disorder that doesn't kill for 10 years, broke it 7 years ago and blackmailed all day for 3 years. Up until this point... Its been a year, to create a serial killer in air is over with.

I remember the day - September 1st, 2015.

Back to normal and ignore everything. Unless, I am trying to get pussy and pay my bills.

That's it.

I haven't snitched in three weeks - so I decided to throw the idea out that I shouldn't be held accountable for cause I said it in my own house. A fine ass adult baby sitter that I fuck on the weekends.

Everyone paid for this shit already. I said sponsor her a thousand. People say its prostitution. But its a bunch of shit - She watches me shave my head, color between the lines.