Killed a Chicken

I am curious to know where my navy pants went i need them for job interviews and work. they cost money and I can't afford to lose things and be giving free things to others. so whoever steal them let them show themselves with sudden death. I can't trust anyone, everyone is always trying to take me down. I am always being rouged and cheated out of something. I help others but others never help me much. I am sick of people stealing my things and treated my things as irrelevant. I should be treated better for all I do. I want my things to be treated sacred and i want to be treated with more respect. I have insane hatred for others. everything is about me now. I am obsessed with how I can get all I need and pushing out others where they belong down rather then them always pushing me down.

I am curious to know where my navy pants went i need them for job interviews and work. they cost mon...

Hypocrites. Hypocrites p*** me off. You don't make a rule and break the same rule yourself. And not correct people who breakthat rule for you.

Hypocrites. Hypocrites p*** me off. You don't make a rule and break the same rule yourself. And not ...

Feelings That every time I think about you, I want to set things on fire. I want to punch my pillow and tell you how much I absolutely detest how you used and abused me. Told me that you had feelings for me, but could never say "I love you". But you could have s** with me, couldn't you? And then you up and tell me, even though I was helping you get over an abusive ex, that you were going back to her. Even though she was over twelve hours away from you. That she was going to stay in France while you stayed in Texas. That upset me. That put me on suicide watch. That put me in a psychiatric hospital. That gave me a trigger, a trigger simply of others being happy with their significant others. To where I'd break down and cry for hours on end and feel forever inadequate and not worth anyone loving me. To never have any happy feelings. And yet you said nothing when I told you this. All you said was "sorry" and haven't spoke to me since. I hate you. I hate you more than you could ever understand.

Feelings That every time I think about you, I want to set things on fire. I want to punch my pillow ...