My hearts pretty sad

Well its pretty much bleeding metaphorical blood all over my insides, I really hate being honest with people sometimes but i wrote this from the pain.

“Dear victim

Sorry, I couldn’t be there for you in your time of need, I hope you hear me say, May your life be filled with blessings for surviving. You are not the damaged one, you may have been forged in the fires of hell and walked out again, but that does not make you damaged only stronger for it. You aren’t the victim now you’re the survivor, your life give us still struggling hope, with out you there would be no I with hope thank you for surviving


the still struggling”


I had to be really honest with someone who i would probably die for! that i cant watch her destroy her life but am there for her if and when she wants proper help. I’m going to sleep i think now and well I’m just glad i manged to make 5 new friends today, climbed mount doug for fun on the difficult trail with weights in my pack it was brutal i had to make friends to get back down lol, those girls where cool tho glad they gave me a ride down so i could catch a bus home in time to laugh at my room mate for breaking.


all i gotta say is I’m pretty pissed at white nationalist types for their bigoted views and i hate that the system protects them here, because they paid for it. I also hate every social workers and bullshit dirty cop on this island i called that goof out publicly tho and took care of it. i also have a completely stable living conditions again.










Published by: mitch fourtwenty

I write fiction, do street art, used to paint trains but that's really hard when your old, they just always seemed so dull and NY had better trains then we did with more color so i always liked throwing paint at my trains, I have one main blog which is my idea board which you are probably free to steel from just don't let me catch you with my more professional lawyers, I was depressed at one point in life because people kept pointing out i was different then them thanks, I guess i am, I don't fit in anywhere particular but I'm pretty happy because it seems like instead i fit in everywhere. I occasionally use grape vines to talk at some people, which are slow but un hack-able, I'm also my own medical researcher and a host of other nifty job titles i don't mind doing for myself it makes me happier each day! I am intelligent to the point where i'm hyper curious about things so i tend to ask alot of question about stuff if peole dont piss on me for having the super human ability of curiosity which keeps me learning despite a system that turned its back on me long ago, I still survive and write, one day i might go public but considering I'm probably wanted in my home town and don't even know it because i never got caught i don't often clue people in on who i am on earth, on the inter webs. while i have many masks that may seems scary even to some people I'm genuinely just a man making his community a better place to live for everyone he talks to that ever had a sad story who erased my metal ass face? I liked my metal face?

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