That facebook troll story never happened, I was letting my imagination pretend to be a villain. I’m trying to go over and think of what other fictions I typed..I dunno, I typed a lot. For real though, there’s a lesson in here.
Listening to strangers is only useful to a point.
I am not a stable individual . I mean no harm and there’s love in the heart,sincerely, but I was never supposed to have an audience. I was never mentally fit enough to be heard,much less engaged with. I know the next question,
(why publicly type at all?)
Because it made me enjoy it. The difference between playing poker with fake money or real money.
I feel defeated if that gets taken away, the enjoyment or outlet of it.
But it’s not yours to take away. If I like it, I like it.
I’m bipolar. And I self medicate. You can’t give those people your ear, even for the laughs. You have to leave them alone because they’re not with everyone else.
dawn 