Having to start from scratch

It’s something I’ve had to do too many times, and I really don’t want to abandon this project and start anew… yet again.  But alas…

People who should care are against me. People who have no reason to care are interferring for what? Probably taking and making bets on my death date. It’s not supportive.

They (the intimate and the distant strangers) know nothing about my last 13 years except random insights or ideas from social media. I repeat, those who are interfering with my life do not know who I am, what i stand for, my purpose, my passions.  They know nought. They couldn’t fathom for a second.  We all die, but you don’t get it.

Few have been this close to their own demise save for heart attacks or needing medical devices or living dangerously.

I have not had a history of 100 percent consensual encounters. I have a right to tell the beginning of that decline in an honest fashion… the anonymity I styled the blog with was because the names aren’t relevant,  the count of shitty encounters isn’t relevant,  my status of sobriety (generally sober in the last 2 date-rapes) also irrelevant.

Bad things happen to good people… sometimes you just have to deal with that.

The hacking of my project is mostly problematic because you shouldn’t taunt a dying woman. I have a right to any project I choose. I started this not to expose Mount nowhere, not to promote it either,  but to accept it as my home. A place that is OK to die.

Now that it’s been interfered with, my investment is void. I don’t fight back against the mentally ill. I have found it futile in a long history of bothering to decipher my rank in that system.

Whoever instigated the theft, deeply mentally ill. I shall just start again if I’m ever well enough again.

Stealing the telling of a person’s intimate and personal journey is wrong. You are wrong for participating in further bullying… you’re wrong for betting on when I will die. You’re sick fucks.

We cannot be a team if I don’t know who you are. You can’t keep me alive by producing more stress… it makes me stink which jeopardizes my ability to connect with people. Something I’d really like to happen… no histrionics just real tete a tete.

Reach out in a healthy manner please. I don’t have a permanent phone #, i switched to month to month since that is most prudent.  I also don’t have a business reason for giving readers direct access to my phone; my Instagram is the only way you can reach me that doesn’t add immediate stress.

So goodbye to anyone reading this for me…hope you enjoyed potentially costing me my life.