Believe your limits in life, even if someone else doesn’t respect your boundaries. So much can go wrong once information enters the channel to the general public. There is assumption and in defiance of self “the public” reacts and responds, in a stand your ground way toward you, as though you are the wrongdoer to their “interest,” well what about the interests of the person who is a party to a story or to a struggle, which is not an assertion made in vain, or not personally experienced in life. You can’t just brush under the rug the fact that Ive been hospitalized 9 times, suicidal twice, rehab twice, and sexually molested online and humiliated for no good reason. Who’s fault is that? “The People,” who enabled for men to treat me that way, and what about me makes you entitled to responding toward me as “reject.” Therefore Im not asking you to campaign with me, Im not asking for you to support me, Im not asking you to do anything for me that I cant do for myself: Lose Weight and Get a Job. Who’s a danger to my health, my views of self, whether or not inflated, or your disapproval of me based upon anothers treatment of me. Im not here to wreck your home, you wrecked my home! You stole my boyfriends, and you misled others to think I was some sorry joke of an Attorney, Im not!

My upper limit, is when I get treated as though its my views that others indifference to turns toward them in a shameful way, there is no inner intuitive feeling of disregard for others, to cause you to feel as though you are not heard or being represented naturally though the conduct of my character and my well spoken word. I went to school to help others, so how dare you call me bipolar and schizophrenic, for caring, this is the stuff Justice Scalia died for!

My head shape changed, I had constant pain in my head and body for a year, while you were treating me for someone elses hate. Put on schizophrenic meds, while everyone downplays what he did to me, and doesn’t think it’s a big deal, while he was hurting me, and you expect me to put up with his anger. Then LETS GO! Say it to my face, with the people watching, is that what they want, is that your sorry excuse for a MLK Memorial joke, what did I do to deserve you being hostile toward me on behalf of who I ask “The People,” on behalf of who’s entertainment.

Im tired of being teamed up against. Im tired of being treated like a joke. Im tired of people taking their resentments out on me, one day Im going to work full time and Im not going to blog anymore. One day Im never going to model or sing anymore, not take a single picture. And one day I will be proud, I will be married, and I wont feel obligated to respond to anyone. That’s how I feel when Im struggling, that I have to speak, until it stops, and I have to defend myself until my head shape turns back to normal, and I have to fight until the fight stops at me!

It’s not okay to make fun of me, whats not impressionable is your attitude toward me, like Im a fluke, or someone random who is popular, you know why Im popular, because I have heart, and I don’t back down to anyone, and Im not a push over to anyone in life, I stand tall on my own, and for some people that’s hard to do on their own, only in cohorts with others. My strength comes from within, not a song, its an ability, its an ability to feel good about yourself, by what you are doing in life, who you are dating, and what youre about, and I know what Im about, what Im not sure of, is what a person is about when they are hurting me to what audience? 

The Head Game

A shared feeling is something you feel good by, if you dont feel good by me, when I get stronger, your head feels smaller, or you feel scared, versus when Im suffering and my head and body is mangled, then you think youre smarter than me, tougher than me, then treat me as pathetic. Thats NOT YOUR RIGHT to get strong off another person’s suffering and thats NOT YOUR JOB to empower people to hurt me, team up on me, to make my head small so I look stupid!