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I hate everyone and everything. Let’s talk about irresponsible grown-ass adults and why I don’t fucking care anymore.

This motherfucker is killing me. I have been on the phone all day and writing documents, and this bitch is not answering me again.

Today was {S}’s 57th birthday.

{D} I say this for all the women of my hometown. Try to leave without raping anyone there. Just not in my state. We have real laws there, despite the rapist-in-chief.

I finally got a new phone after 6 years. iPhone 11 is gone. Well, no, it’s right here actually, but you know what I mean. I have a phone from this decade now. Yes, my dad bought it. Unfortunately, it’s pink. That’s okay. We will live to see another day.

My father has arrived for a visit. He isn’t well. He told me about it at dinner. Apparently, it has been several years, but he is just telling me now. Not sure why.

It’s noonish on Memorial Day. My mom is hospitalized. I just had to call to let them know she is an alcoholic and they need to watch her for withdrawal, and I begged them to give her a nicotine patch because she’s a runner and will pull her IV out and leave.

I had a bit of a panic attack. I’m actually concerned, deeply concerned for {A} of all people.

I am still worried about {S}. The ghosting is strong with this one. Or I’m just like super annoying. That’s a distinct possibility.

Okay, talked to {S}. He is trying the exchange first and talking to work about maybe getting enough hours to qualify, but Dr. {H} is adamant that he get seen ASAP. I’m trying to get him to let me come over tonight and take some pictures for her.

Well Stevie yelled at me. He wouldn’t respond all day. He just yelled and told me to stop texting. I’m kind of in tears.

I just sent a text. I had kind of written {S} off and frankly he doesn’t deserve it. But I wished him a happy sober birthday. I always remember every year for like the past 8 I think.

Ahhh what a lovely weekend. How was Maine? I hear it’s nice this time of year. You two are fucking idiots.

Today there is hope. I have a couple people putting out feelers for me for an attorney. LawyerBoy — I asked him to call in some favors — so he is trying to find some help. I’ve had complete strangers reach out. It’s been kind of awesome.

Something good happened. The Rock and Roll Lawyer came back. Men seem to find me way more attractive after I call them assholes and yell at them. I don’t know why that is.

I’m feeling bad for {D} again. I know I shouldn’t. He doesn’t deserve my empathy. God knows he has never treated me with any empathy.

Still living in the conundrum. Is it worth it? Do I keep going? I am right. I know I’m right. I know it’s the right thing to do. But they make doing the right thing so hard.

I spent all day yesterday hyper-fixated on web analytics. The suspicious activity continued and was amplified by Todd checking the blog at least every hour.

I am waiting as impatiently as you are, Todd. I don’t know what is coming, though. You do. Congrats.

I don’t know if I should keep talking, but I need to talk. Maybe someone will take pity on me, and whatever is happening tomorrow will happen.

Whatever is about to go down is about to go down. Whatever the fuck is happening, the die has been cast. And I have a bad fucking feeling about this.

I don’t know where we are at right now. A flurry of activity on the website yesterday. I was freaked out all day watching it. Multiple people, and they are attempting to avoid the analytics.

So who narced me out? Which one of you assholes did it?

Fucking whore of a fucking cunt of a fucking attorney.

I am in check. I’m not sure it’s mate yet, but I am most certainly in check. I done pissed off the state. I am nobody, and they have taken every advantage.

I find it telling you all seem to sit and hover over the comment section. Are you popping open your texts to talk to someone, or are you actually contemplating reaching out?

It’s been. I don’t exactly know what it’s been. But it’s been. That’s my week. Buckle up, bitches, shit is fucking about to get messy.

I’m going in multiple directions right now. The chaos continues to ensue.

So today got real interesting real fast.

And then something weird happened. So I am still remarkably upset about {D}’s little claiming-to-be-one-of-his-own-victims bit from what I will note again is clearly his office, which appears to be in a state building in a state where he is not employed by the state or on any record as a contractor or vendor or anything.

Okay, so I didn’t go to creepy guy’s house. I don’t know if that is good or bad. I will give myself credit for showering. But I didn’t go.

I don’t know exactly what to do anymore. I have withdrawn completely at this point. I’m talking to myself all day. I just—I don’t have anyone.

.hey {D} happy memoversary. Your present will be there tomorrow. Do you remember when I asked you and you said what memo? I was reading up on that tonight and I have questions  Because I know you I am a little shocked by random backup drives in a tech free environment. And man who prints everything at work. If I don't know better...

Hey {D}, sidebar with me, buddy. We have to chat.

So it happened. I mean that statement in a multitude of ways. It happened.

It’s fucking Friday again, huh? These last couple of weeks have been hell. Jesus, this lawsuit is bullshit.

Fuck all of you

FTW. I think I won something today. The arbitrator kind of sided with me on the discovery issue, so I’m excited about that—so yay.

Todd, my man—kudos to you.

Fuck them bitches.

I swear to the sweet motherfucking baby Jesus, fucking govies.

Todd, chill, man. You're like hysterical right now. Yeah, of course she was here. Thanks. I thought we were friends, but no. You had to call the Nazi on me. It’s kind of sad. I really liked you, and as an aside, I thought you were really hot. But alas.

Okay, Todd. Not her—the other one who I heard was at the AG’s office now. For God’s sake, what are you guys, butt buddies? That bitch already contacted the goddamn cops on me, and frankly, I sent her the text log. I assume she read it and saw when he refused to confirm or deny it.