4 am 7.12.22
I am being induced in 2 hours. I am 39 weeks and 3 days pregnant and today will be my sons birthday. I’m excited and nervous and worried. I don’t know how good I will be considering what I live with everyday. My stalkers woke me up about an hour after I went to sleep last night and haven’t left me alone since then. That was at 12:30 am. Rapid heart rate, set ups with different listeners, drama, pee on yourself, cellulite on my legs and arms, the usual subliminal biokinesis at the hands of a group of mostly females while the others work the lines. They are never going to stop. I wish someone could hear them. I hope someone is working behind the scenes that will one day meet me in the middle. I doubt it though. It’s on me period. You have everything you need right in front of you. They’ve been hateful. They always are. I’m so tired of explaining and defending myself to a bunch of people who shouldn’t be here and that don’t really give a shit.
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