I have some really đź’© housemates.

There’s a couple that live in my shared house and one thing I can’t stand is when I’m in the kitchen they push me out the way, swear at you, her man will have a go at me for things I’m not doing and one of these days I’m going to give him a slap. All he does is smoke drugs in the back garden and I’m allergic to cannabis so end up with a tight throat and all sorts. Just F off. Your aggravating my PTSD.

She’s a bitch. I don’t need any more external triggers.

Can’t stand their negative energy. That’s right let’s all blame the woman for things I’m not even doing. I’m just isolating in my room having ptsd attacks.

And planning my resistance programme to bring down the system that destroyed my brain permanently. One by one, all the people that have ever hurt me are going to fall like dominoes and I’m just going to watch and laugh.

I’m definitely going to give them a slap if they keep it up. They think they own the place.

I hide in my room away from them or I’d flip. Then highland council are next. One by one like a domino. They did ask why I came to Scotland repetitively over the years, so sit and back and watch the fireworks. 🎆

Oh I was only rejected for PIP because of the BPD “label” that was wrong in the first place. So yeah everyone is going to get a taste of their own medicine. I was nice: perhaps too nice. Oh well. Karma. See I don’t go round hurting people like any of you because I’m an INFJ. I’m completely harmless and that’s what makes me dangerous. Because I can take people down who’s hurt me in life solely with my mind. Treat me with respect, I treat you with respect. That’s how it works.


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