deez- commentary52

I can't see my laptop in the sun. Rejected by 219 women, I get my fulfillment by writing on my laptop. The ejectors had a reason, purpose. This is what I found. That God doesn't want me with them. It reminds me of the show “Snapped.” I get what I need, then, by writing. 100S, or maybe 1000s of old memories were dug up in my decade of rehab. I was a very ambitious child. My advanced, college-bound classes when I was 16 were overwhelming. The homework left no free time. Having been promised a vehicle for my good grades I was bringing home, I was relieved by the spirit of relief. Then when Granny said the promise was a dream. Then TMC College put me in 4 classes to choose 2 before they said financer uncle Todd said no & he said that was a lie. Really? I prayed curses on the 1 lying before his home burned down & lightening hit the college. So which one was lying? 1 shared needles & set up an infection that almost killed him. Granny's vacuum was like