I've been hung up on my hang-ups at this point, but throughout it all, I always prayed The Lord's Prayer. It was the one thing that I could do to protect myself from what was going on around me.
Yeah, so what? Life's been rough; you either toughen up and live or you give up and die. I'm thankful every day that I didn't die. They have their story, and I have mine. Thats all. Nobody gives a rip otherwise; they're gonna put you in a box, slap on a label, and in my case, all these people who said they were trying to help me made my life totally miserable. It was a lie, and the more lies I saw, the more I hated lies (to rob a line from Apocalypse Now).
So there it is, I've got a lot to be thankful for in spite of whatever circumstances befell due to my own actions, as well as whoever slipped the knockout drops in my drink. To this day, I have no idea what it was; I can only suspect, and a couple of those messed-up RNs knew what was going on.
It's fine, just stay out of my face.
I found my way without your assistance, thank you. As far as I'm concerned, those people are evil, and I got delivered from them. Even when they took my bible and called it a book of hate speech, only in California. You know? Only in California...
I'm still alive, still kicking, doing quite well. Grateful every single day.
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