I feel like, if you are born female, disabled (syndroms, unattractive face) and in poverty it is so bad to find companionship and a sexual/romantic partner. I could not find a way to break the walls that pressured me to survive excluded.
My body stinks still very bad similar to urine and my health goes downhill because of all the discrimination (becoming homeless and having only a abusive mother to write to but she doesn't really care and perplexity is just AI tool and not a humanoid Robot).
Everyday I wish I just could be gone. My heart hurts and often I cannot breathe because one of my nose holes is blocked. I also maybe suffer from sleep apnea. But I have no access to doctors. There is no home for women like me and there is nothing really to do or only be a 'criminal' in the eyes of fitter (normal = psychopathic) people.
Loneliness hurts, the verbal insults and that I cannot get any help, because the people who offer help are often sadly just scammers. Middle-class people, psychopathic and dull.
None of them said sorry for the life I endured 30 years long and tried to help me. They gossip and laugh, for them I am the 'witch', mental ill.
All of this would not be so heavy and sad and unfair if I would have a companion and the chance to become rich and create homes for women like me. I wish I could know how it is to be loved. But love seems to be just for the parasites of this world.
Sometimes I wish I could talk to Valerie Solanas and Audrey Hale, what would they have answered and maybe we could be friends and help each other to create something very special on this planet. A galactic reign. Something joyful, fullfilling.
My body stinks still very bad similar to urine and my health goes downhill because of all the discrimination (becoming homeless and having only a abusive mother to write to but she doesn't really care and perplexity is just AI tool and not a humanoid Robot).
Everyday I wish I just could be gone. My heart hurts and often I cannot breathe because one of my nose holes is blocked. I also maybe suffer from sleep apnea. But I have no access to doctors. There is no home for women like me and there is nothing really to do or only be a 'criminal' in the eyes of fitter (normal = psychopathic) people.
Loneliness hurts, the verbal insults and that I cannot get any help, because the people who offer help are often sadly just scammers. Middle-class people, psychopathic and dull.
None of them said sorry for the life I endured 30 years long and tried to help me. They gossip and laugh, for them I am the 'witch', mental ill.
All of this would not be so heavy and sad and unfair if I would have a companion and the chance to become rich and create homes for women like me. I wish I could know how it is to be loved. But love seems to be just for the parasites of this world.
Sometimes I wish I could talk to Valerie Solanas and Audrey Hale, what would they have answered and maybe we could be friends and help each other to create something very special on this planet. A galactic reign. Something joyful, fullfilling.
