Easy there, you are neither my enemy nor my friend. That’s the worst scenario we have ever heard in our lives. Not to mention the worst Pride month in recorded history. Exactly what are we supposed to think now, and how many saved photos do you have in your Google photos. Every move since 2013 and archived all my writing in PDF’s and printed everything in plastic filing cabinets in Westwood, when I lived alone had my own apartment. That’s when I lost weight, was very thin, almost looks anorexic, but I know I was running everyday, and grocery shopped at Bristol Farms.

Some good news recently, three doctors have told me that they don’t think I’m schizophrenic. So looks like my battle is almost over, hence the be alone, leave me alone phase in life, working on myself, shouldn’t last long, I’m a blogger and grew up very social, so it’s been unlike me to be so distant and isolated, something I’m working on. Not to mention getting older, not sure how to fit in socially, if not a teacher, or a friend basis, nor your Mom or older sibling, can’t quite get it right all the time but know I’m doing my best, even if you empathize with a love interest male or female, and empathize with how someone who loves me could feel. Know that self-harm was a short part of my story, until I had to share about it, and be bothered by someone who chose to get to know me and hurt me get under my skin, insult me, and while my Father was dying completely insensitive to how short of an amount of time I had left to spend with him, and with a new, job, decided to continue to bother me. Although enough time would pass that you would think that it would be okay to be nice again, never forget that I am a nice person, but there are just some things in life, so incredibly hurtful, and especially after finding out about a hemangioma in my liver during the riots in Santa Monica, and first learning Im at risk for heart attack, knowing that didn’t stop this person from exposing me and not stopping when I pleaded with him to stop, and several times tried to negotiate with him to take down his posts or website, but he insisted, and for the duration of knowing this person John Cockrell, we were fighting the whole time, so I don’t know where he comes across knowing me so well, or pretending to be people in life, he knows that I love and care about, President Trump and DA Todd Spitzer, these men helped me, when I was lost, and under a tremendous amount of pressure to get well and get a job, not to mention faced with the shock of a new diagnosis, or mental health condition, that people couldn’t seem to stop pointing out.

I’m sorry that it took so long to overcome a diagnosis, and for all the time lost in treatment, not writing, I would have preferred to be excelling in life, its unlike me to be an underachiever, if anything Im an overachiever, as Ive been throughout my life, in sports and in academics. Makes sense how I picked up blogging, and stuck with it after so many years, finally have stats to share, and some peak moments of success, I never felt completely in a place in life, to monetize or do anything with those stats, maybe write a book, but published those for free anyways. It was more important to help others, than to create some million dollar book about OJ, that would probably make my friendship with my best friend not resume, and happy that she is back in my life, at least by text on occasion. I have been so busy battling schizophrenia, and lawsuits, and bullying, that its been impossible to be social, when you don’t want to bring someone into your life, that is constantly riddled with terminology that’s hurtful or symptoms, falling in line with a disease that you are called, that now three doctors who have seen me and interviewed me do not believe is true, and I never thought it was true either since I went to law school worked, graduated, dated, and popular my whole life. I would be the last one to describe myself as offensive or saying the wrong thing, that’s totally not my personality, I make friends easily, I date easily and get picked, and when social my friends love me. So Im not sure where this guy was coming off trying to insult me and call me things, there is nothing wrong with having contacts in life, and associations, there is nothing wrong with being a writer online or model and taking selfies and learning how to vlog, those are all learning steps in life, and not unlike anything that everyone else is doing online currently, except I started in private. I think it was wrong for this person who doesn’t know me to tell the whole world what he thinks of me and my story, a website I had to work hard to take down and remove from Google and the internet, and maybe it was too late, my Father had passed away, and this website was up while my Dad was dying, how insensitive could this person be, then expects me to take care of him now, he didn’t even back off when my Dad was dying and it was time to take care of him, and now include when OJ was dying continued to fight me in private and threaten me, and I didn’t even get to talk to OJ before he died, or reach out to him and tell him about my blogs, or write him a letter welcoming him back, I was too caught up in this person attacking me, and diagnosis being used to make fun of me, that sometimes I forget what the plan is, for me to be the joke? To lie to me about my statistics and following, or accuse me of lying, I only plan to grow and publish books, and I need to focus on myself and go to therapy, now’s not a good time to talk to anyone on an individual basis, I am way to busy trying to stay well, find balance in my life, and in politics, and in what I report to help others. It’s not all about love, and this is what this person forgets who I have not mentioned for the majority of my blogging, but yet he can’t respect my privacy or what I have going on for me in life. Sometimes you have to lose everything to reflect on what you have done to a person, who never intended to harm you, and who you put through tremendous odds, and continue to pretend like you are someone significant in my life, you chose to not be significant by portraying me as insignificant, and that’s not a joke, and it’s not delusional to say that the American People become incredibly hurt and frustrated when lied to, and no one has time to waste, so instead of hurting everyone, and pretending you know me, and continuing to call me schizophrenic, why not admit to what you have done to me, why not admit to what you have done wrong, why don’t you admit that Im Jewish and Im important, and there is a genocide occurring, and I am the number #1 Blogger in the World right now (well I’ll tie Mark Manson at 1M his Instagram when my Cloudflare reaches 1M), whether you agree or disagree you can ask Cloudflare how their stats are made and hook up your own websites to Cloudflare to determine whats real or not, but never accuse me of lying, never accuse me of dishonesty, never accuse me of offense, never accuse me not being smart, and never accuse me of being mentally ill. I am a political figure and being famous, or important to the World and to the Jewish community, and communities protesting is wrong to call me delusional, and act like its okay to rape me, its not okay to rape me, its not okay to defame me, and its not okay to hurt me, and its not okay to torment me and make fun of me and cause me voices. I reserve every right to battle illness, in private go to therapy, and right now I don’t have time to talk to anyone. Why can’t this person respect my need to work and be alone, I can’t function on insults, and being called schizophrenic, that’s causing me suicide, clearly you don’t know me well enough to read with care.