I guess it’s fairly normal, and in all fairness it’s not the worst of the worst one, but it’s about time to stop it. I think I drank three times the past eight days or so. So that’s a real relapse. That said, that equals me having been drinking 3 times in 36 days I think.
So the improvement is real, but so is the relapse. No relapse without improvement right, a matter of definition, but also a matter of reality. Up to a month ago relapses did not exist; there simply was more torture if I happened to be healthier after a few days, because that was extremely necessary.
Under such circumstances ‘relapse’ is not a word that even exists I’d say.
The reasons for the relapse aren’t even too bad. They’re showing two things. The cause is just the same as usual; in this case it’s construction noise and just the usual we are so great we are going to show off what we think is your big driving force slash life slash genius. With a little shout-out to the chess world for being so epicly wrong and willing to spend over a decade on it.
You are truly retarded, together with all the other morons involved in this.
An extra side effect of wanting to control the colour of my beard are simply that I will never be able to cope with sound or any fuckhead without killing or myself or the other. Hey, you know, psychiatric genius at work here with artificially created garbage. All of my problems have always been artificially created. Humans don’t live in isolation, remember?
Yeah you proved it not by helping me, but just doing more and more and more damage to get a bunch of delusions in. I’m not even willing to change the parts that I (easily) can change;
Why should I, so you can ruin my life a bit more? Instruct my former friends to be more of a bunch of cockheads because the program has been proven to be such an epic success?
I’m not going to change that. You will pay and fuck off. And by now you have to pay quite a few million, because I think everything was pointed out very far in advance at least by me; and on top of that did you plan and record everything anyway, so go back and look through your notes if this is a bit too hard to swallow.
So the good thing (no. 2) is that by myself with a tiny of support I’m fine. I guess I should have gotten married back in the day. Well not for that, but hey, that tiny bit of support, right.
I guess I planned to. I even thought up how you could combine cycling with that kind of stuff lol (and work). But it didn’t happen. Instead we got Ozzy Monkeys and the humongous ass of the wife of that surely-fake-bipolar dude. Bipolar II, I’m sure. Great invention btw. The absolute recordbreaking intellectual outcome of a bunch of freaks hired for a shitshow.
Ah yes, Kardashian is her name. Whatever, right.
The good news is that without you folk I’m completely fine. So why don’t you just fuck off? You don’t allow me to do anything anyway, apart from watching your own fucked up invented nonsense, and if you’ve proven anything is that you should not be allowed to interfere in my life in any form or shape.
What is the complicated part here, that you’re not done yet with your genius programs or whatever the fuck is it?
