Red velvet cake. But I’m not here for that.

I hate people. I only vibe with people who don’t judge this. Even my mom who is one of the most judgmental people in the world, gets this. So, when people don’t get this, I’m like ????

I can’t even be myself. Why would I like people when they punish me for who I am?

I AM SICK OF PEOPLE.

Valid thought, but people will judge. I can’t please them. So, why bother? They get punished by everyday life just like me so I don’t have to do anything to them…But I wish I could. If I had an ounce of power, wow. That would be bad. But if I had power, I wouldn’t be treated like a weirdo, black sheep, stupid, etc.

I don’t hate people one on one most of the time. I only hated Linda when I couldn’t sleep. Unless it’s ongoing (like one situation), I can let it go.

Anyway, I have to go back to work because I’m a weirdo, black sheep, stupid (according to them – my IQ is average. It went down due to stress. lol). ETC. etc. ETc. etc. etc. etc.

Etc.