It's always Dr.G's words I hear through times like this. He had just finished raping me and we were standing around outside talking about "the paper". I was only about 15 or 16, I think. He says "I've never seen anyone try this hard to get someone to smoke."
So, to my handlers, yes, I got all your pre-planned words in my mouth out via multiple attempts at this post. You aren't allowed to dictate my thoughts, feelings or opinions on the illegal research experiment you're conducting on me.
Let's review, shall we?
3 years ago it was all about trying to force me off nicotine lozenges. I did not want to quit them and start smoking again. But that's what YOU wanted. So, you gangstalked me and made suggestions about how maybe I could quit lozenges by drinking alcohol instead.
I'm pretty sure I'm remembering correctly, for example, one of my runs to Wal-Mart to get the lozenges. A man and woman "just happened to be on the same aisle". I grab the lozenges and the woman looks out with a blank stare on her face. She says "Billy is using those..how's Billy?" The guy says "Not that great. Ought to kick back a couple of shots of scotch. Haha."
Purely coincidental "suggestion", I'm sure.
This shit went on and on and on until I caved and drank myself all the way to rehab.
Now here we go again with smoking. I finally caved for today on that. Funny, my willpower would've died anyways since I see now that you are putting images of cigarettes into my newsfeed while the TV simultaneously plays those anti-smoking ads where people have lost half of their face. Nice touch. Put the pressure from both sides on someone who literally hasn't had a break from ANYTHING for ALMOST 10 YEARS.
Bitches.
I guess your next diabolical plan is to try to get rid of my dog. Yes, he is a bit of a barrier to any job that requires going all the way into Dallas. Then again any job that I get is usually through you guys somehow and there are always perpetrators there, which I'm also not in the mood to put up with.
This is the whole boy who cried wolf thing again where this one last attempt at work would be the one that would be ok except now I refuse to even try. Or, I do try, and you've got the pressure going there, too, forcing me to quit, and feel even more hopeless. Nice touch.
So, just wanted to let you know, you suck, I hate you and I'm sick of your shit. I hope you know you're a failure and cry yourself to sleep at night.
Keep pushing me at your own peril. No guns, no violence. Just me running with any amount of power I get and using it to make the last miserable years of your lives even worse.
