I don't love you.
What I feel today doesn't have anything to do with you, other than my not wanting to have cameras in my apartment, not wanting to be famous and not wanting to be bullied.
It can take me a while to stop caring about people, although they do accelerate my being able to do that when they show me every other month that they really don't care if I die, actually die.
You are everyone around you also seem to be pretty bad people, which I frequently don't want to think is true of people, but when it is it's useless to argue with reality.
You and my phone carrier. It's another nightmare. What are you going to do with T-Mobile, design ads from your illegal hacking of my phone and illegal watching of me in my apartment and then get paid to publicize your abuse of me to millions of people?
Are you going to intersperse your disgusting jokes with illegal video filmed of me in my apartment, quotes from your illegal hacking of my phone? This was all a ploy among you, your manager, T-Mobile and the NFL to get even more illegal control over my life?
You want me to get evicted, also, for my "false" accusations that my landlord is victimizing me with voyeurism? What are you going to do then, publicize illegally filmed video from the showers and toilet stalls of the homeless shelter?
Copyright L. Kochman, February 3, 2017 @ 9:55 p.m.
