Raptor Girls 008

In 2022 I had 4 roommates who had taken many things I set boundaries on personally and developed extreme jealousy and envy and distain for my existence in things that they needed from me and as a kind stranger attempting to reach out to these insufferable assholes I held tight to those boundaries and was manipulated and abused for the things that I didn’t do for them once I enforced those boundaries. These clowns became comfortable with the privileges I attempted to teach them would be extremely important stepping stones for their survival and were unmotivated and complacent in taking initiative to power through the rough stuff to be able to enjoy their lives. I went over and above to place these people in better places than how I found them, how they arrived in my life, and the secrets I would attempt to slip them to where they could keep up with me, as they were found at a disadvantage as they washed up into my lap. These people had nothing but awful wishes upon me after I put them in very cozy places. They remain cold and bitter to this day and deserve every problem they have created in an attempt to put me in my place, or worse. I pray their problems find them and kill their inertia and any dreams they may have asked for be made ashen and putrid. They deserve long terrible existences and plagues for their very sad and unaccomplished worlds and I pray they meet a people or a force to be reckoned with.

These roommates and their friends and family went above and beyond to prey upon my goodwill and exploit my kindness, ruin my life, for not falling for their plot to humiliate and deny me access in a mirror of what setting a healthy boundary made them feel. This cause an arms race of synchronicity and access to other worldly phenomena that they still believe to be reduced to a toy and that I should not be treated or respected in the same ways I showed them, and that its too much effort to show me respect or honor in the ways I showed them because I had too much privilege, and that they would never show off their privileges in such selfless ways, and that what I had exhibited was only an extreme act of martyrdom. And that anyone with that much wealth and privilege should be greedy selfish and manipulative just like they have done to me.

They have created such a grandiose idea of humility surround my likeness that they are embarrassed to even associate with me in a humble way such as tenderness that they ridicule one another for even addressing me by name.

Every day I wake up I hear their voices in my head, as a resident takes vacancy in a hotel, these people have claimed residency in my telepathic energies and act as their acclimation is to be proud of and desired. They avoid me like a derelict. And refuse to acknowledge their role they played to destroy my personal life. That every action was to be made personal as to me to cater to give them the attention of gift giving as some sort of a servant, and that it was where the bar was set as what they were to understand me as some benevolent supplier of furniture for the rest of their lives, so long as they underachieved, I was to be a constant push-over for their petty material needs. To them, they thought, who needs friends when I can take all of his things, his privileges, his friends, his social identity, his hard work, and never have to lift a finger, its only fair. And so the game was set, and I was never to find out the rules. 

Their manipulation was to see a permanent change so I would fit their lies they wanted me to fit, why would they have to lie, if they could simply change me to fit their claims? And so drastic measures were taken to alleviate their fear and anger of how someone could be so kind and be okay with separating from their friendship, when they simply existed in my life.

In their heads, they think they were that of Mother Teresa and that simply sharing the same air was privilege beyond my wildest dreams, and that how dare I simply leave them to learn how to support themselves on their own, that they somehow added so much morality to my life and that I wouldn’t be great without their companionship, that somehow the access I allowed them to gain wouldn’t be possible without their approval. That this is somehow, all this ganging up on me was my fault and that I should take full responsibility for their backstabbing as some sort of justification of my decimation. These people went out of their way to make an example of me, and they want me to be grateful. They want me to see them as some sort of saviors for simply acknowledging me when they have done anything but help me. They deserve some awful karma and I pray they reap what they sew.