Either someone stole my ssi payment or the social security people are not doing their job.
Blown glass looks like the ice in far away countries. So distant- it's a blur and fragile. One change and it shatters the universe until the world is left forever changed in form.
I feel like no matter what my answer is- I get the buzzer.
Like that guy in ghost busters who was psychic but he was not the pretty blonde.
I am thirsty and I have a lot of things going through my mind.
I want my life back.
There is nothing normal about this.
It really is not okay.
I don't like the way I am treated.
In fact I hate the way people allow crap to happen to you and then they tell you that you deserve it.
Someone said I was dead to them tonight.
My hand is hurting again.
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