the random website hacker stalker is at it again. police are watching and I am sick of this pathetic sicko.

the random website hacker stalker is at it again. police are watching and I am sick of this pathetic sicko.

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Why? Why do some people waste their time being manipulative and playing psychological mind games - with some people? I know some people are narcissistic, sociopathic and psychopathic or just plain bad, so they may love/enjoy playing games with some peoples emotions. But seriously, what is the point? We're here on earth together, so why not try to get along? Why the mind games, why racial prejudice's, why human/s trafficking, why war, why murder, why rape, why forced marriages in some cultures/religions and why superficiality etc?! What the f*! Why? No one is superior and inferior to anyone, it's an illusion! Just live and let live!

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I hate my neighbors abusing me. they are seriously fake christains. god will punish them. they know how bad they are and what they did to abuse me. one day I might even do it back.

I hate my neighbors abusing me. they are seriously fake christains. god will punish them. they know ...

i could find someone to do it back to them as well, who could embarrassed them hurt them. they are just as ugly as anyone else. the old cheese next door flosses around with photo of itself on buses and she is a bitch and whore. she use to get young guys to prostitute with and get them to park outside our house she is a real pimp n ride chick worst real estate dumb ass ever. I hate her. my parents hate her. her husband is a brutis of a thing shooting pallet guns at our fence to intimidate us. or he bangs all the time on tin garage doors when he doesn't like what I write. and their kids are wild made and their nuts. I swear they drugged a guy and raped him and tortured him and chained him to their tin dingy to sober up or to drug him and killed him or something they did that a lot and I could never work out what all the noise was. people screaming a lot and eerie things, creepy weird things I can't talk or even afford to think about my father is terrified of brutis the pig slob bully. my other neighbors are sex maniacs fat dogs in cars and they pimp and ride most their lives. I just hate the whole neighborhood. it became a nightmare here years ago with kids blowing up letter boxes and stalking at night and strange strange things happening I can't even talk about. I mean one day I literally swear I seen the walking dead of this old guy who looked like he just come from the morgue and the weirdest one was the old man in white - he only ever worn white overalls and a white hard hat and white gloves and he would always been seen near the fence with the spooky ghost paint and the strangest thing happened one night it was a very bad storm so my doctor boss drove me home and the I seen and I had not seen this white dressed old man in the white overalls for ages on the bike and the next morning walking to work to the doctors office I seen a bike all mangled and the floods at dragged it down the stream and it felt like I knew I had seen something strange but no body no clothing, no hard hat, no white overalls but some broken bike bits and a white glove and strangest of all was this really beaten up old overseas from america mastercard. It felt creepy. I never told anyone but I kept the card trying to telepathically find out what had happened and the name didn't ring any bells to me. the weirdest thing is I remembered this man in white when I was a child of 3 but he was an old man then and no way he could even be still alive. I started to get haunted by that silly "I am the most mysterious ghost" childrens book I used to read to my niece and it was about a light house and this man on his bike was always need the mini light house. then the spray painted ghost picture appeared. that was when I sunk into a deep depression I couldn't talk about to anyone. I never used the card . that is not me to be that way. but I just kept it trying to get messages from the other side . i don't know if that is bad. i mean the catholics have the holy ghost so I just assumed it would be ok to ask a casper or saint to help me. there are spooks and then there are spooks! that is only one weird experience I have had since working for this doctor. no doubt, I am spooking myself and the swamp dam witch corps from over the road on all saints day is just a co-incidence too. no rituals going on just imagination right!

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