I’m doing my best I’m sorry my life is so challenging so misunderstood get hurt easily continue to say words or treat me as not loving hardworking respect alone time as figuring solution pricing I’m not mentally I’ll earn trust back not bother anyone can afford another lawsuit not talk to anyone get the point of how many times it can appear anything’s my fault or view disability as punishment my fault hard to accept where I am or who I am doesn’t show I know my own story living honestly earning the right to write. I feel like blogging not being famous with a Wikipedia or having money apart of The OJ Simpson story has turned into measuring my discomfort read my websites considerate of the public of value have real and important helpful information confuse me as someone who doesn’t know the status of their own respect expecting a blog to do something I can’t do in real life instead of making fun of me trying to explain to who I am and punish me let’s start with no one knowing me not accuse me of being threat overlooking crime taking on challenges in life living honesty not far gone or in a place I lose support accuse me of using drugs or alcohol living irresponsibly I’m glad I’m doing well can work not sure if I can live alone but this is my best I’m sad what’s delaying improving is constant concerns for what I fail to accept is true about myself working hard for things considered delusion meaningless work not of value or when I speak can’t write grade me off adderrall I’m not going to make it knowing OJ he believed for working hard if I’m being kicked out disabled pushing myself maxed out don’t socialize or tired no one is telling me what’s wrong with me I don’t need to be a weight comfortable right about everything to be uncool about awkwardness my story isn’t sad my struggle is what I went through overcame and I’ve never made sexuality a joke or stuff you say sick misunderstand hospitalization or not hooking up like I can’t tell when I’m well accuse me of getting sick by anyone delusional there are only so many ways I can be alive or in the hospital no one judged me or tried to make me stop writing on Twitter not be paranoid not mention anyone living somewhere improper I had certificates on my wall and no guests not sexual in law school ran at night helped by landlord I fight go out or not get scared blackout talk to the cops make fun of running away or how a police report was made I can prove value and survival not make fun of anywhere as unsafe prove my importance on my own living a good life respect I was loved value the privacy of someone who worked met me jobless drove me to interviews make fun of sending 200 applications getting a job like he didn’t see me at work I was somebody didn’t say hi. What hurts sometimes is not caring or responding to signs of car paper in the street as unhelpful or CNN make fun of any interest in terrorism or using my race to relate or have a campaign yet to support accuse me of watching social media to see if I helped …. Help looked like me flipping a bench a skinny runner taking a phone embarrassed how I showed I’m strong still didn’t tell us how to help or paper in the street but when I came back and all the benches were flipped printed my Twitter tossed it all over a bench I felt lucky what I did wasn’t punished and more benches were flipped no one hurting me or punishing me. But when I made flyers and taped them to each bench that provided solution and commitment across all of Southern California allowed and strong a great beginning minus making fun of my immaturity toward the men who knew me. And I was off …..