I can’t hide my hate anymore. I probably was never good at it. But I didn’t have to deal with them that much.

I’ve been dealing with real burnout. I have to use real because some people think burnout means tired. I got DX’d for it. Physical and mental burnout. Could be deadly etc. End that tangent.

But burnout affects the amount of energy I have to fake it. I can’t fake that I care about big business, people, even my dog irritates me (when he is more needy than usual).

I’m tired. Eff the people piling on. I’m going to publish their names AFTER I die. Well, that’s impossible. But if I know, I will schedule it. Even if it’s weeks or months in advance. It won’t matter to many. All they have to do is deny. That’s it.

And I’m mostly naming companies only. I’m considering ONE name at the moment. But if I die in 5 years or more, I won’t remember her name. I’m sending it to newspapers too. They probably won’t publish it. Unless someone finds it amusing or something.

People enjoy laughing at people. Something else I don’t understand. I never got a book on them. I would love a handbook. The only thing that is close is books about relationships. But it doesn’t cover everything.

Tired now. I can’t wait for Kin Insurance to go down. And all the others. People never listen. But I’ve been right. I’m always about 3 years ahead. It might be patterns. Everyone in the metaphysical world says I’m psychic. But it only works with animals. Probably because I like them since they don’t judge Lucky them. To have a clearer mind.

Oh, must attempt to sleep. What did I just write?