Psychologist made me believe i was a cat and i was made to eat cat food...

they're aware of my through the clockwork orange people...

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I think this is the episode.

We all got raped, and it was "my fault" at 4, so the clockwork orange people their lookalikes that used to be my neighbor's and had a dog named scooter (maybe they were housesitting) came over rubbed literal shit in our hair and told us we smelled like shit. He also tied us up.

This was all under the christmas tree.

I was three, I forgot not 4.

At four, I was molested by my cousin in law, and they were looking up "project monarch" and told me I wasn't a cat, and that I should just put up with being molested. No, no I thought... Ima be a cat. Once after being molested, a dude that looked like Gregg from "girltalk" spit in my face.

Family members and David Bowie lookalikes, it's too late to charge, I feel like I'm being sacrificed...

It gets worse... for me.

It was Griswalda wasn't it?

I forgot all of this, one double even told me to ask me my "divine purpose".

It's a pattern of abuse, and it was by my family and the clockwork orange people, the others fight with me to become famous.

Ah! I want to live and be unperturbed, and wtf they're english and gay.

No offense.

griswalda... are you blaming geico?

Geico helps solve the problem, but I don't really want to be a cat anymore.

I've been in car accidents, I don't see how that's the focus.

Girl Talk scheduled his "show" for June 6th the anniversary of Dday...

I drove around everywhere thinking more weight, do I have amnesia?

I did then, did I black out? Yep.

Did I cause a car crash? Probably...

I had a cell phone, but seriously... my friends and family should call it and keep me aware throughout my "DID" issue... because I forgot, what kind of amnesia is it?

But they don't... why? Because they want to be famous, and/or survive. And I want to survive too.

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I haven't eaten cat food yet.

believe I said.

scheduled for d-day I missed that little stipulation... it was at ram's head, I drove around the entire next day... I didn't go.

of course, people are like saying I shouldn't be verified because I was told the Romanovs used to live in my house in the 70s, and that I guess the Royals are stalking.

This last part might not be true.

Have I been diagnosed yet? No. I am "schizophrenic bipolar".

Don't eat the cat food, it makes you insane.

Then you have the movie Anastasia, and you have me singing all the songs then you have idiots going around saying I am against Russia, but I'm not. That I am against the Royals, but in truth, I'm not, really. It's just sick.

Lol. I said I was with Bartok the white bat, that finds love after Rasputin is vanquished. Dude, I dunno.

And then the bells ring, and it's just great...

they brought a police dude over and he and his daughter stripped and they had sex in front of me… dad said we’re like the same and should be friends.

They kept a christmas tree up year round, and I always thought it was December, but it wasn't...

On another occasion we all fucked dogs under the Christmas tree and a retired cop filmed us afterwards… as “evidence”…“good samaritan” now I’m being stalked by the government.

I'm so sad, my dad died... and my family won't admit any of it to my psychologists... i throw things around and break stuff then my mom will call the cops and I get sent to the hospital.

I'm a "liar" fuck everyone I got my Jesus...

Hey its Keto right:)

My dad used to give me naked drunk massages, and it happened for 2-4 months straight, when I was four... I would scream to my mom...

They used to watch me get raped with the christmas tree up and cheer on the rapists... it sucked.

They would say I was percolating, afterwards. Like shit was dripping out of my ass...

Also, I was raped by my cousin in law... then I got spit in the face, because it made my cousin look bad.

It all went down in the divorce, and people cared, but nobody asked me how I was doing.

I used to take baths with my dad, it was "kinda" normal.

They stalk me in the community and old friends and strangers sabotage me...

A couple days ago a dark SUV stopped in front of our house and took a picture of me looking out the window. Guess I have good timing...

Just bizarre shit...

Thats a lot of times, very many lots of times..

how are you doing? sounds like you've been through a lot

I'm alright, cept people keep trying to fulfill my worst fears... it's kind of elaborate...

what is shit is wrong with GLP today.. somebody dropped a stupid pill on it today.

Putting people I used to know on TV... as a "worst fear"...

all the celebrities are telling me to eat my shit, like weathergirls...

I've eaten my own shit before... will this make it better? I am receiving no guidance.

I was kidding when I said it was my worst fear... and I don't want her to lose her job as she's an old friend...