dear journal

june 24th, 2018

yesterday in therapy class when i was new all over again, i come up here every year and today will be the rest of my perfection of behavior. today i am to be the subject in therapy class. i walked in and the atmosphere told me they already had their talk as an issue. while i seemed no point to stay i asked to be removed and they had no reason to do so. they told me they all had a problem with me and to no awareness they were all let out of the class. and new people walked in as the group i will be joining forever. the sounds of i am the old patient. but they all had psych ward experience. which i was in a different set of mind and knew what was best for me. since the therapy counselor had made the adjustment about me. yesterday, i was just admitted to the psychward. nothing new for me but for them they were all worked up. due to knowing what i already practiced. i had to make a move into my therapeudic care they provide today soon enough they will realise i became a problem but they will not let me recognise my case, someone has their related notice to make effective upon encounter after encounter.i would say that while i was inprocessed they were ready for me that i make them sick and they replied they do not know what to do with me. they have my stay and they force me to leave and all am to do to out process my self while they look foward to bed and breakfast when i am gone.

yesterday, i felt i was being maltreated due to i will not cooperate with them as they bend me of wear and tear. i left my apartment as i was courteously removed from my own personal life. i had a seperation and it hurt this time. while they sat feasting on luxury during holiday season. this time i left everything behind and sacrificed my admittance wherever they were going to do with me. it will all evaluate enough to send me back to where i came out of. the fear the thrill and fear and cold. the hunger the threat. the need for human life and no avail to me. the cold bare walls will soon light up and opened just a tear of the cell door. they asked as a 24 hour stay if i was hungry. i was not going to throw my life away but they convinced me to a meal. and i never seen the daylight of life.

today, the police arrived as a emergency over reaction and said they were motivated this time to come at my service and they abided by rules. as a unvoluntary discipline they seemed my behavior a word of mouth and under uncoperation. as the voices penetrated my head and told me next time i will know where i am going. benefit to benefit i will not be in power. such need of practice of their flaws to perfect to make their entries as they knew the drills for their poor quality of care yesterday, i was in a tight fit of what i had and only had to what was in front of me to make a successful move. enough at my apartment, taken over as someone elses residence and luxury. and are used to it. and i pertain to care to provide for their health of safety. to a psychological effect the inpirations were explained as my only clue of what they knew they had me function under. growing and growing they drew near to their falsifying under the subject of therapy class. as you can see their pathetic unvoluntary atmosphere i had let it all go and let them join their subject. i was not let out of their hands leading my own psychological express to their footing seemed they had control of everything i was to voluntary act out. i could see from my perspective i was there and they feared me or seemed a bit worried of me this time. today, they do not got the wrong person as they flushed themself with their highly delusional psych trip. i was not there for them as handover set me back in my apartment as the new couple chooses to wonder about. afraid and my comfort that i got game and had it all along to their mistake to take it as a one way trip. as a permissible excuses that i made talk with them at the surrounding falsifying they had to let me go and to expect what i had to face of what is enforced to let back to my personal space.

to no awareness of their communications was a unsympathetic notice that i cared for their opinion. and it was important to share their point. as i withdraw from normal reason. my contacts were addressed of me. basically to find any clues. as their own management for me, was to provide the care was all intended to be close to family and friends coming from a different opinion. the loss to this community have remarked upon their own benifits yesterday i was feeling happy i do not critically own their right of what they are providing along with many to come through for thier unkindness of a person. what led my background to this torturous i have no sense of mind of what is real and i always predict everything and everybody goes against me.i have no trust when one day they will have me work on trust. i give in to this income of a place i have to nurture to have a normal life (human life). i have nothing for their quality of sevice. i am in a community where all took abnormal absence, and enjoysment of their harrassment as they all wondering eyes faded into angrier personalities. the derange figure of upper classmen never knew what they had and no longer fit their appetite. once during the 7 years once year that would only be. i would follow instructions thoroughly and give perfect falsifying answers for the benifit they knew nothing of what i put as my own information. as they provided others to come and chill at the back of me was information they were supportive but as a heinous knowledge and acceptance i no longer felt they were up to no good. today and yesterday felt the ease of my pain and i welcomed myself once and for all, and i will get better at it. maybe i will become so ill and will not matter what my actions predict. on another course i malfunction at their rules to say who is telling me all this stuff.i have nothing to tell me what they are the ones asking questions awareness to (tell them what they want to hear) got me by their rules and questions. being a sucidal patient makes a comment of a normal reaction to their authority in habit formed and value to thought at their practice.that got their attention as are worth thier background information they can give, they highly thought there was a caring development and explicated a magical relationship between tenants and their courses of actions upon relational pattern.this perfection interferes with my daily activity and can not doubt it is all over. as all on my own personal person was not allowed to communicate to others for the confinement will be handled and even manslaughter can resolve further issues. i was made for this glitch in the future. i was not a military subject. was offered to take myself home.hello and i have no name as my identification was all hard earned to put back to whom it belonged. as i get to use as informing to being was taken to no equal mention of what life am i going to take next. i deserve normal life i was sentenced while i was read my rights and confined to a stretcher as i adjusted under the suicidal effect i was enjoying the pain my only life made sense of. knowing i will never rehabilitate or even cherish life. i come into favor with the judge to let me out only if(s). and promised to find my way back.i have nothing too look at, only encounter as sat my life away was persuasive acknowledge to see if i am still happy to be there. they did not speak to me i was a muderer that is according to them. everyone around was a muderer and i was innocent. my life taken i turn sucidal and everyone thinks of how many murders did i commit. long faces turn daranged and knew more than me. HEY, i am not let in any of it! you have the right person but what are they actually mumbling. i seemed a leak of honesty the world deserves. i am to start with an unknown god and his way. the informative way is their gain and i get left to salvage my way though life. the rest of the world is a better happy place. but i just know what lies there. out there in the middle of nowhere when all kings of horror movies are best known. so COVID-ID is my belief of all excitement what will be the outcome of the end of the world.

i was never a zombie expert and they are the most fearless character of horrors. maybe. just how all this world gave their global warming. god is weakening to my case and sees the world as a plain fact of what got his attention. only for disease will bite him right in the neck and no one will know

today, i am falsley accused of relating to something else which they did not accept it from me. and i am the most unhumane of development no kind will serve. i was sickened at the thought of giving them their pleasure. i am sickened of the thought god to judge it was my fault. ( will you not give those sickos a fair trial?) but as they knashed their attitudes and god is just being god. my journaling is nothing but an accident first heirocracy then i failed them now i am problem solved their case they had of me and thanks for my jounal which is a personal belonging according to psych-ward input. accessorise everything can adjust it is cool. and i am happy in life and i just have to stay strong i am making my way around to gained personal knowledge of others. which i want to make awareness of their time consumed environment. i was inadequate to normal living which will never cease and i have the life of enhanced thinking of what not to let the judge slam me down. i drawn with hallucinations toward graffic design that i will put in actual living. i am normal and a non human way it is hard to stay on top of it all some verdict i will always be guilty as a form of sound as a liar as truths need to be told as i get slayed back in time. i am just happy there is an end of the world and finally get to see te human life cease and i will be the hero in this story. better yet i make deals i talk my way and best of all i was let in all world secrets which i need to benefit from in my own virtual world. with god such an obvious clue he would not be himself. and such adoring god he is. no thanks for the personal reference will outcome as vicious acts of activity.perfection was my obsession i was critical perfection was a wonderful drug i would be a messy unkept and very self worth and a who lot of to be big minded. but ever since that incident was like a truth waiting to come out. and they got me right them. and i do not fall fort hey do not know it. they must be having a bachelor party, or what gives. daily journal entry has led my imperfect life into an neat and orginised design am dying to meet the world a mixture of sentencing and behavior on my best sole act of behavior plans