Are the people who lied about the hidden, illegal cameras in my last two apartments sitting there gloating over it, or do they ever feel bad about it?
Are the people who lied about my last apartment happy that I was suspended from school? Do they feel safer lying to their supervisor about what they did to me? Do they feel like my being suspended is proof that I'm the problem everywhere that I'm mistreated?
What about the people who have harassed and bullied me and who lied about it where I worked, where I have attended school, in shelters, in hospitals and everywhere else? They know that they lied; do they ever feel bad about it?
Everything that I try to do is deliberately ruined for me over and over by people who think it's funny, and I'd be lying if I said I weren't thinking about suicide. I can't do anything; I cannot do or have anything that someone doesn't deliberately ruin for me while acting as if it's my fault.
These failures aren't my failures. If they were my failures, I could work harder or try to figure out what I'm doing wrong, but I'm not doing anything wrong.
Copyright L. Kochman, July 13, 2017 @ 2:27 p.m.
