So I move back to my old apartment that I love last October, they're happy knowing I'll be a "forever tenant" which was my plan. Now the MOTHER FUCKING OWNER is doing a short fucking sale on it and I used to have money where I could have easily bought it for what he would have sold it to me for, but I'm fucking permanently disabled (mentally) and he won't consider lease-to-own or rent-to-own; he got a fucking modifi-fuckin'-cation, he could stay renting to me. The owner is a young dude down south who sells (literally, I saw his website) between $2,000,000 and $8,000,000 homes down there. What the FUCK ever happened to "Reach out and touch somebody's hand, make this world a better place, if you can" [Diana Ross for you youngsters]. HE wouldn't lost any money. Money is everything to so many people. "Things" they can buy. When I had money I was giving it to charities, yeah, I bought a new car (which I had to sell after giving so much money to people and animals in need) and my car now I was told I shouldn't even be driving 'cause all 4 discs or rotors or something on the brakes (?) will go out any time, they are completely ruined. I have no money, have no ability to save money with the little I get. I have no money to move or get movers, or have anyone to help me, not one person, being the recluse I am; this has been my home 3 times now and I have the best unit in the place on the end overlooking the vast hills, moonrises, sunrises, can see a bit of the ocean out my bedroom window, perfect weather - this is my home and they're FUCKING TAKING IT AWAY FROM ME! I moved back in here LESS than a FUCKING year ago. If I knew they were going to sell I would NOT have moved back here because I panic about moving and uncertainty and safety and especially my cats hate to move; they freak and they so love it here like I do. I CAN'T MOVE. The fucking SHeriff's are going to have to come get me out of here, but I have to think of my cats and I don't know anyone who will take 10 cats, not knowing how awesome, clean and mellow they are. No sprayers, etc. I HATE HATE HATE THIS FUCKING RICH OWNER FOR CHOOSING TO DO THIS, KNOWING HE WAS GOING TO FUCKING DO THIS. I HATE HIS REALTOR WHO IS A PAIN IN THE ASS - NO ONE HAS ANY COMPASSION FOR A PERSON'S SITUATION ANYMORE. I JUST HATE EVERYBODY AND WISH i were already dead soooooooo fucking much, you have no idea! I don't want to abandon my cats, I won't, but I don't want to be here anymore, here in this fucked, FUCKED UP STUPID-ASS FUCKING WORTHLESS WORLD. If there is nothing after death, I'm fine with that. I'll be gone and that would be good. I'm not doing so well right now. I can't really direct my anger towards them because they make their own choices. I moved here, though, based on the property manager's saying the owner wanted a very long-term tenant, and since I lived here before, I got it. I'm not doing well and nobody really understands me or cares to and most of all, I hate myself so deeply, it's undoeable. Isn't it funny how people "wish they were as happy as you" when you wish you were dead... even though you're laughing and making jokes or whatever. I am a total loser and I know that fully. I am NOT feeling sorry for myself so FUCK YOU if that's what you're thinking. By my own observation throughout my life, I am a stupid-fuck that shouldn't have been born and was a mistake (what my mom said when I was a young teen was very right-on now that I see where I am now). It may happen very fast now that I received the owner's realtor's FUCKING letter saying "either way, it look s like you'll have to move". What a fuck-head to be so insensitive. Nobody's gonna read this anyway so who gives a flyin' fuck. I'm estranged from my older sister and eldest brother (he just stopped communications ). My other brother - I dont' know how he really feels about me, but once in a rare while responds to my e-mails with a short repl and always says "Love ya". My mom, well, she's in a bad way now so what can I do? I care about her wellness especially after she was so very active and well for her age and now will never walk normal again because of a fuck-ass doctor that almost killed her. I miss my pop a lot, even though he did have a way of cutting me down all my life, even telling me to "wear a thick, big sweater or something to cover that" when I grew boobs in 10th grade. I've hated them since and wish I could get a mastectomy all my life (except the 5 or so good years I had in L.A. when I was dancing and drumming). But now, I wish I could get a body-ectomy and they could just throw me in the trash. The only-only reason I can't let anything happen to me is because of my cats, I will never abandon them. That's why I can't move 'cause who will take in me and my 10 beloved cats (very well taken care of, 6 with special needs, all very clean). I'm a gonner soon; I feel it in my bones and gut.
charities dont help anything money doesnt solve all problems, and stop caring about bullshit animals in some shitty country i know u do it to make urself feel good or w/e mate but noone will help you it sounds bad but that is the world we live in, yoi are watchin 2 much tv and all these bs quotes about love or what ever are just capitalists bullshitting us, keep ur cash, go jewish on dem
Hey Naps With Cats, I really feel sorry for you hearing the story of how you got messed about so much. How about cheering us all up here by posting a picture of your tits? THANKS!
