Alcohol, now. give.

1. Clearly, now, I have a choice between purchasing $995.00 software with my looks, or paying someone to scan and convert proprietary file formats for me because I can’t be diplomatic and the next best thing to diplomacy is keeping your damn mouth shut. Also, clearly, the latter, i.e., paying someone to scan, is gonna cost um… that thing called money. which I don’t have.
2. Also, eye doctors, when I ask you to fix something the answer is not take it apart, and then confuse me for half an hour. Also on a random sidenote, you better have someone with good fashion sense helping me pick frames for my new pair of eyes next Thursday or I’ll scream.
3. Stalking me is not how this rolls, has rolled, or will continue to roll. I asked it to stop. It didn’t. The appropriate authorities are being notified shortly after this posts, and it *will*, be dealt with. I’m not calling anyone out specifically, but when I’ve almost gone to the hospital 3 times, because of you people over there, and you know who you are, there’s a problem.
4. That long and actually civil conversation I had with my mother about alternative roads, let me just say that putting a plan together for January is looking better and better. I get that there are a few people out there who wanna put me in the hospital, but this’s gotta stop.
I don’t wanna walk around certain areas and not know if I’m being followed or watched. I don’t wanna have to feel like somebody’s shadowing me constantly, even if they aren’t doing it physically, well, how the hell would I know? I feel like I’m being stalked. I feel unsafe. I want it ended.

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