The worst of the injuries that the conglomerate has inflicted on me can't be left in the past; they will outlive me and the people who inflicted them. A picture on the Internet is never over.
It is difficult to get through every day being kind, or at least fair, when every cell of me is screaming to inflict pain every waking and sleeping moment. I never succeed at being kind or fair all day.
The constant accusations by the conglomerate, and those who believe it, that I am always scheming range from annoying to monstrous. They are not conducive to helping me feel like being nice to anyone, particularly not to the remorseless people who have caused me to have so many horrible problems.
I have never hated humanity so much in my life; I didn't know that something like what has happened to me could happen to anyone. There are so many things that I think of saying that I don't say; the conglomerate's sickening self-righteousness when it thinks it's publicizing my real thoughts would be laughable if it weren't also so destructive.
Copyright L. Kochman, December 2, 2015 @ 4:17 p.m.
