LoveYouLongTime E-mails, 2011-2012 - Revision history

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	This page contains leaked e-mails between Chris and ~~the various Gal Pals~~ played by [[~~Emily~~]], from 2011-2012.		This page contains leaked e-mails between Chris and personas played by [[LoveYouLongTime]], from 2011-2012.

	==Borb vs MAGfest==		==Borb vs MAGfest==

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	{{quotebox\|Sat, Jan 15, 2011 at 6:29 pm		{{quotebox\|Sat, Jan 15, 2011 at 6:29 pm
	Listen, I lied. I was not sick, but I did have [[stress]]-induced belly-aches, and I had a running nose, because I Cried because of ME and my Mother. This family of mine is soo fragile; one of us in the three leaves, and the other two are just as good as dead, homeless and lost. Financially, ALL SSI income counted for, by my father's count, we're struggling to surviving. And They Would lock me out upon my return if I had gone to MagFest, then where would I be? Just like that trip to Cleveland, the destination was Not Solid; without a Point A to return to or my car had died on that trip, I would have been damned lost and out. Just the same as this trip to MagFest; all that for a One Night Stand and Risk of another Troll Setup, I just could not afford it emotionally. Yesterday, in a final, childish attempt, I gave my mom and dad the Autistic Treatment; Silent, Deaf and No Eye-Contact, which wrecked a family outting to Country Cookin' that afternoon. After getting back home, she came up to my room, and in an angry, sad tone told me sarcastically, "Go on your trip, but at least take two blankets with you to keep warm," then she left crying. Then my father came in a few minutes later telling me of us three beng a whole and what would happen if one leaves. And informed me that due to the crap on the internet against and about me from the trolls and what I uploaded, as well as my real events between PVCC, the mall the cops and all that shit, plus being psychologically matched to the high school and college dropout who shot the people in Arizona. And the great number of people locally and worldwide who hate and loathe me. Legally, I am a Sitting Duck. And he told me of mom saying she was going to pack up and leave the house, then I ran downstairs, finding her on the couch; she was soo miserable and sad; she talked of Wanting to Die, "you don't even have to change my clothes, you can just bury me in what I have on." I was soo sad and crying and soo sorry for the way I misbehaved; we hugged and made up a bit. Then I went back upstairs and told dad she was lying on the couch. Then I opened my DSi's Notebook app and drew up a three circle pyramid diagrahm of me, mom and dad, analyzing all three aspects, and I felt more sad. I saved the app, turned the handheld off, turned off the TV, grabbed my quilt, wrapping it around my head, and set up to my scrunched sleep position on the couch. But I did not go to sleep, i cred and cried some more, which led me to move to my bed, still with quilt on my head, I laid face down into my pillows and cried a lot more. I felt very miserable and realizing that at this point my only reason for being was to keep this falling apart family together. And even worse, I lied to you in the e-mal I sent you post-father and pre notebook-writing. I called up Rocky and talked to her about the situation, because I needed someone to talk to immediately, pre-quilt. I felt worse than shit. A few minutes later, mom calls me on my cell to check on me; I tell how miserable I was; she came upstairs. I was on the bed, in fetus position with quilt on my head. I did not feel like showing my face. she sat by my side, rubbed my back with one hand in comforting attempt, confiding in me moments of similar events that happened to her. i eventually sat up with her, and we shared a good, long cry with tissues. Then we went up to wal-mart for groceries at about 8 after finishing our cry and recovering. We were there about when you called; I was not ready to tell the truth yet. Points are my family and I do not have any friends and outside family to depend on; mom and dad's relatives gave us constant cold shoulders, thinking they're royalty, when really they're no better off.		Listen, I lied. I was not sick, but I did have [[stress]]-induced belly-aches, and I had a running nose, because I Cried because of ME and my Mother. This family of mine is soo fragile; one of us in the three leaves, and the other two are just as good as dead, homeless and lost. Financially, ALL SSI income counted for, by my father's count, we're struggling to surviving. And They Would lock me out upon my return if I had gone to MagFest, then where would I be? Just like that trip to Cleveland, the destination was Not Solid; without a Point A to return to or my car had died on that trip, I would have been damned lost and out. Just the same as this trip to MagFest; all that for a One Night Stand and Risk of another Troll Setup, I just could not afford it emotionally. Yesterday, in a final, childish attempt, I gave my mom and dad the Autistic Treatment; Silent, Deaf and No Eye-Contact, which wrecked a family outting to Country Cookin' that afternoon. After getting back home, she came up to my room, and in an angry, sad tone told me sarcastically, "Go on your trip, but at least take two blankets with you to keep warm," then she left crying. Then my father came in a few minutes later telling me of us three beng a whole and what would happen if one leaves. And informed me that due to the crap on the internet against and about me from the trolls and what I uploaded, as well as my real events between PVCC, the mall the cops and all that shit, plus being psychologically matched to the [[Wikipedia:Jared Lee Loughner\|high school and college dropout who shot the people in Arizona]]. And the great number of people locally and worldwide who hate and loathe me. Legally, I am a Sitting Duck. And he told me of mom saying she was going to pack up and leave the house, then I ran downstairs, finding her on the couch; she was soo miserable and sad; she talked of Wanting to Die, "you don't even have to change my clothes, you can just bury me in what I have on." I was soo sad and crying and soo sorry for the way I misbehaved; we hugged and made up a bit. Then I went back upstairs and told dad she was lying on the couch. Then I opened my DSi's Notebook app and drew up a three circle pyramid diagrahm of me, mom and dad, analyzing all three aspects, and I felt more sad. I saved the app, turned the handheld off, turned off the TV, grabbed my quilt, wrapping it around my head, and set up to my scrunched sleep position on the couch. But I did not go to sleep, i cred and cried some more, which led me to move to my bed, still with quilt on my head, I laid face down into my pillows and cried a lot more. I felt very miserable and realizing that at this point my only reason for being was to keep this falling apart family together. And even worse, I lied to you in the e-mal I sent you post-father and pre notebook-writing. I called up [[Rocky]] and talked to her about the situation, because I needed someone to talk to immediately, pre-quilt. I felt worse than shit. A few minutes later, mom calls me on my cell to check on me; I tell how miserable I was; she came upstairs. I was on the bed, in fetus position with quilt on my head. I did not feel like showing my face. she sat by my side, rubbed my back with one hand in comforting attempt, confiding in me moments of similar events that happened to her. i eventually sat up with her, and we shared a good, long cry with tissues. Then we went up to [[wal-mart]] for groceries at about 8 after finishing our cry and recovering. We were there about when you called; I was not ready to tell the truth yet. Points are my family and I do not have any friends and outside family to depend on; mom and dad's relatives gave us constant cold shoulders, thinking they're royalty, when really they're no better off.
	And any friends were either dead, left behind in Midlothian, or alive and giving us cold shoulders too. They will never feel at ease with me going anywhere more distance away than Charlottesville or Ruckersville, not unless they actually know And Have Met in Person any people of my acquaintance, Including You, [REDACTED]. I am very sorry. And at the destinaton, unless They are sure it is okay and safe for me to be around or stay at, I'm still a Legally Sitting Duck; Troll Set-Up Paranoid and such. And also, mom treated me to half-payment of a copy of DC Universe Online to make up for not allowing me to go. Even after that, I still feel low as shit. I am soo sorry to you, [REDACTED], for lying to you about the recent sickness and making destined-to-fail promises, but family does come first, and it does say in the commandments and Bible to Honor Thy Mother and Father. And I must further insist on you and my parents meeting in person and talking in good faith and confidence. I feel ashamed to answer my own phone at the moment and for a while, so I ask you to contact my father on our house phone at 434-990-0198 to set up the meeting location and time, after your return from the Mag Fest, please.
			And any friends were either dead, left behind in [[Midlothian]], or alive and giving us cold shoulders too. They will never feel at ease with me going anywhere more distance away than [[Charlottesville]] or [[Ruckersville]], not unless they actually know And Have Met in Person any people of my acquaintance, Including You, [REDACTED]. I am very sorry. And at the destinaton, unless They are sure it is okay and safe for me to be around or stay at, I'm still a Legally Sitting Duck; [[Troll]] Set-Up Paranoid and such. And also, mom treated me to half-payment of a copy of DC Universe Online to make up for not allowing me to go. Even after that, I still feel low as shit. I am soo sorry to you, [REDACTED], for lying to you about the recent sickness and making destined-to-fail promises, but family does come first, and it does say in the commandments and Bible to Honor Thy Mother and Father. And I must further insist on you and my parents meeting in person and talking in good faith and confidence. I feel ashamed to answer my own phone at the moment and for a while, so I ask you to contact my father on our house phone at 434-990-0198 to set up the meeting location and time, after your return from the Mag Fest, please.

	Stay Safe and Well,		Stay Safe and Well,

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	{{quotebox\|Sat, Jan 15, 2011 at 6:29 pm		{{quotebox\|Sat, Jan 15, 2011 at 6:29 pm
	Listen, I lied. I was not sick, but I did have stress-induced belly-aches, and I had a running nose, because I Cried because of ME and my Mother. This family of mine is soo fragile; one of us in the three leaves, and the other two are just as good as dead, homeless and lost. Financially, ALL SSI income counted for, by my father's count, we're struggling to surviving. And They Would lock me out upon my return if I had gone to MagFest, then where would I be? Just like that trip to Cleveland, the destination was Not Solid; without a Point A to return to or my car had died on that trip, I would have been damned lost and out. Just the same as this trip to MagFest; all that for a One Night Stand and Risk of another Troll Setup, I just could not afford it emotionally. Yesterday, in a final, childish attempt, I gave my mom and dad the Autistic Treatment; Silent, Deaf and No Eye-Contact, which wrecked a family outting to Country Cookin' that afternoon. After getting back home, she came up to my room, and in an angry, sad tone told me sarcastically, "Go on your trip, but at least take two blankets with you to keep warm," then she left crying. Then my father came in a few minutes later telling me of us three beng a whole and what would happen if one leaves. And informed me that due to the crap on the internet against and about me from the trolls and what I uploaded, as well as my real events between PVCC, the mall the cops and all that shit, plus being psychologically matched to the high school and college dropout who shot the people in Arizona. And the great number of people locally and worldwide who hate and loathe me. Legally, I am a Sitting Duck. And he told me of mom saying she was going to pack up and leave the house, then I ran downstairs, finding her on the couch; she was soo miserable and sad; she talked of Wanting to Die, "you don't even have to change my clothes, you can just bury me in what I have on." I was soo sad and crying and soo sorry for the way I misbehaved; we hugged and made up a bit. Then I went back upstairs and told dad she was lying on the couch. Then I opened my DSi's Notebook app and drew up a three circle pyramid diagrahm of me, mom and dad, analyzing all three aspects, and I felt more sad. I saved the app, turned the handheld off, turned off the TV, grabbed my quilt, wrapping it around my head, and set up to my scrunched sleep position on the couch. But I did not go to sleep, i cred and cried some more, which led me to move to my bed, still with quilt on my head, I laid face down into my pillows and cried a lot more. I felt very miserable and realizing that at this point my only reason for being was to keep this falling apart family together. And even worse, I lied to you in the e-mal I sent you post-father and pre notebook-writing. I called up Rocky and talked to her about the situation, because I needed someone to talk to immediately, pre-quilt. I felt worse than shit. A few minutes later, mom calls me on my cell to check on me; I tell how miserable I was; she came upstairs. I was on the bed, in fetus position with quilt on my head. I did not feel like showing my face. she sat by my side, rubbed my back with one hand in comforting attempt, confiding in me moments of similar events that happened to her. i eventually sat up with her, and we shared a good, long cry with tissues. Then we went up to wal-mart for groceries at about 8 after finishing our cry and recovering. We were there about when you called; I was not ready to tell the truth yet. Points are my family and I do not have any friends and outside family to depend on; mom and dad's relatives gave us constant cold shoulders, thinking they're royalty, when really they're no better off.		Listen, I lied. I was not sick, but I did have [[stress]]-induced belly-aches, and I had a running nose, because I Cried because of ME and my Mother. This family of mine is soo fragile; one of us in the three leaves, and the other two are just as good as dead, homeless and lost. Financially, ALL SSI income counted for, by my father's count, we're struggling to surviving. And They Would lock me out upon my return if I had gone to MagFest, then where would I be? Just like that trip to Cleveland, the destination was Not Solid; without a Point A to return to or my car had died on that trip, I would have been damned lost and out. Just the same as this trip to MagFest; all that for a One Night Stand and Risk of another Troll Setup, I just could not afford it emotionally. Yesterday, in a final, childish attempt, I gave my mom and dad the Autistic Treatment; Silent, Deaf and No Eye-Contact, which wrecked a family outting to Country Cookin' that afternoon. After getting back home, she came up to my room, and in an angry, sad tone told me sarcastically, "Go on your trip, but at least take two blankets with you to keep warm," then she left crying. Then my father came in a few minutes later telling me of us three beng a whole and what would happen if one leaves. And informed me that due to the crap on the internet against and about me from the trolls and what I uploaded, as well as my real events between PVCC, the mall the cops and all that shit, plus being psychologically matched to the high school and college dropout who shot the people in Arizona. And the great number of people locally and worldwide who hate and loathe me. Legally, I am a Sitting Duck. And he told me of mom saying she was going to pack up and leave the house, then I ran downstairs, finding her on the couch; she was soo miserable and sad; she talked of Wanting to Die, "you don't even have to change my clothes, you can just bury me in what I have on." I was soo sad and crying and soo sorry for the way I misbehaved; we hugged and made up a bit. Then I went back upstairs and told dad she was lying on the couch. Then I opened my DSi's Notebook app and drew up a three circle pyramid diagrahm of me, mom and dad, analyzing all three aspects, and I felt more sad. I saved the app, turned the handheld off, turned off the TV, grabbed my quilt, wrapping it around my head, and set up to my scrunched sleep position on the couch. But I did not go to sleep, i cred and cried some more, which led me to move to my bed, still with quilt on my head, I laid face down into my pillows and cried a lot more. I felt very miserable and realizing that at this point my only reason for being was to keep this falling apart family together. And even worse, I lied to you in the e-mal I sent you post-father and pre notebook-writing. I called up Rocky and talked to her about the situation, because I needed someone to talk to immediately, pre-quilt. I felt worse than shit. A few minutes later, mom calls me on my cell to check on me; I tell how miserable I was; she came upstairs. I was on the bed, in fetus position with quilt on my head. I did not feel like showing my face. she sat by my side, rubbed my back with one hand in comforting attempt, confiding in me moments of similar events that happened to her. i eventually sat up with her, and we shared a good, long cry with tissues. Then we went up to wal-mart for groceries at about 8 after finishing our cry and recovering. We were there about when you called; I was not ready to tell the truth yet. Points are my family and I do not have any friends and outside family to depend on; mom and dad's relatives gave us constant cold shoulders, thinking they're royalty, when really they're no better off.
	And any friends were either dead, left behind in Midlothian, or alive and giving us cold shoulders too. They will never feel at ease with me going anywhere more distance away than Charlottesville or Ruckersville, not unless they actually know And Have Met in Person any people of my acquaintance, Including You, [REDACTED]. I am very sorry. And at the destinaton, unless They are sure it is okay and safe for me to be around or stay at, I'm still a Legally Sitting Duck; Troll Set-Up Paranoid and such. And also, mom treated me to half-payment of a copy of DC Universe Online to make up for not allowing me to go. Even after that, I still feel low as shit. I am soo sorry to you, [REDACTED], for lying to you about the recent sickness and making destined-to-fail promises, but family does come first, and it does say in the commandments and Bible to Honor Thy Mother and Father. And I must further insist on you and my parents meeting in person and talking in good faith and confidence. I feel ashamed to answer my own phone at the moment and for a while, so I ask you to contact my father on our house phone at 434-990-0198 to set up the meeting location and time, after your return from the Mag Fest, please.		And any friends were either dead, left behind in Midlothian, or alive and giving us cold shoulders too. They will never feel at ease with me going anywhere more distance away than Charlottesville or Ruckersville, not unless they actually know And Have Met in Person any people of my acquaintance, Including You, [REDACTED]. I am very sorry. And at the destinaton, unless They are sure it is okay and safe for me to be around or stay at, I'm still a Legally Sitting Duck; Troll Set-Up Paranoid and such. And also, mom treated me to half-payment of a copy of DC Universe Online to make up for not allowing me to go. Even after that, I still feel low as shit. I am soo sorry to you, [REDACTED], for lying to you about the recent sickness and making destined-to-fail promises, but family does come first, and it does say in the commandments and Bible to Honor Thy Mother and Father. And I must further insist on you and my parents meeting in person and talking in good faith and confidence. I feel ashamed to answer my own phone at the moment and for a while, so I ask you to contact my father on our house phone at 434-990-0198 to set up the meeting location and time, after your return from the Mag Fest, please.

Hurtful Truth Level at 01:13, 7 January 2018

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	This page contains leaked e-mails between Chris and the various Gal Pals played by [[Emily]], from 2011-2012.		This page contains leaked e-mails between Chris and the various Gal Pals played by [[Emily]], from 2011-2012.

	==Borb vs ~~Magfest~~==		==Borb vs MAGfest==
	{{quotebox\|Sat, Jan 15, 2011 at 6:29 pm		{{quotebox\|Sat, Jan 15, 2011 at 6:29 pm
	Listen, I lied. I was not sick, but I did have stress-induced belly-aches, and I had a running nose, because I Cried because of ME and my Mother. This family of mine is soo fragile; one of us in the three leaves, and the other two are just as good as dead, homeless and lost. Financially, ALL SSI income counted for, by my father's count, we're struggling to surviving. And They Would lock me out upon my return if I had gone to MagFest, then where would I be? Just like that trip to Cleveland, the destination was Not Solid; without a Point A to return to or my car had died on that trip, I would have been damned lost and out. Just the same as this trip to MagFest; all that for a One Night Stand and Risk of another Troll Setup, I just could not afford it emotionally. Yesterday, in a final, childish attempt, I gave my mom and dad the Autistic Treatment; Silent, Deaf and No Eye-Contact, which wrecked a family outting to Country Cookin' that afternoon. After getting back home, she came up to my room, and in an angry, sad tone told me sarcastically, "Go on your trip, but at least take two blankets with you to keep warm," then she left crying. Then my father came in a few minutes later telling me of us three beng a whole and what would happen if one leaves. And informed me that due to the crap on the internet against and about me from the trolls and what I uploaded, as well as my real events between PVCC, the mall the cops and all that shit, plus being psychologically matched to the high school and college dropout who shot the people in Arizona. And the great number of people locally and worldwide who hate and loathe me. Legally, I am a Sitting Duck. And he told me of mom saying she was going to pack up and leave the house, then I ran downstairs, finding her on the couch; she was soo miserable and sad; she talked of Wanting to Die, "you don't even have to change my clothes, you can just bury me in what I have on." I was soo sad and crying and soo sorry for the way I misbehaved; we hugged and made up a bit. Then I went back upstairs and told dad she was lying on the couch. Then I opened my DSi's Notebook app and drew up a three circle pyramid diagrahm of me, mom and dad, analyzing all three aspects, and I felt more sad. I saved the app, turned the handheld off, turned off the TV, grabbed my quilt, wrapping it around my head, and set up to my scrunched sleep position on the couch. But I did not go to sleep, i cred and cried some more, which led me to move to my bed, still with quilt on my head, I laid face down into my pillows and cried a lot more. I felt very miserable and realizing that at this point my only reason for being was to keep this falling apart family together. And even worse, I lied to you in the e-mal I sent you post-father and pre notebook-writing. I called up Rocky and talked to her about the situation, because I needed someone to talk to immediately, pre-quilt. I felt worse than shit. A few minutes later, mom calls me on my cell to check on me; I tell how miserable I was; she came upstairs. I was on the bed, in fetus position with quilt on my head. I did not feel like showing my face. she sat by my side, rubbed my back with one hand in comforting attempt, confiding in me moments of similar events that happened to her. i eventually sat up with her, and we shared a good, long cry with tissues. Then we went up to wal-mart for groceries at about 8 after finishing our cry and recovering. We were there about when you called; I was not ready to tell the truth yet. Points are my family and I do not have any friends and outside family to depend on; mom and dad's relatives gave us constant cold shoulders, thinking they're royalty, when really they're no better off.		Listen, I lied. I was not sick, but I did have stress-induced belly-aches, and I had a running nose, because I Cried because of ME and my Mother. This family of mine is soo fragile; one of us in the three leaves, and the other two are just as good as dead, homeless and lost. Financially, ALL SSI income counted for, by my father's count, we're struggling to surviving. And They Would lock me out upon my return if I had gone to MagFest, then where would I be? Just like that trip to Cleveland, the destination was Not Solid; without a Point A to return to or my car had died on that trip, I would have been damned lost and out. Just the same as this trip to MagFest; all that for a One Night Stand and Risk of another Troll Setup, I just could not afford it emotionally. Yesterday, in a final, childish attempt, I gave my mom and dad the Autistic Treatment; Silent, Deaf and No Eye-Contact, which wrecked a family outting to Country Cookin' that afternoon. After getting back home, she came up to my room, and in an angry, sad tone told me sarcastically, "Go on your trip, but at least take two blankets with you to keep warm," then she left crying. Then my father came in a few minutes later telling me of us three beng a whole and what would happen if one leaves. And informed me that due to the crap on the internet against and about me from the trolls and what I uploaded, as well as my real events between PVCC, the mall the cops and all that shit, plus being psychologically matched to the high school and college dropout who shot the people in Arizona. And the great number of people locally and worldwide who hate and loathe me. Legally, I am a Sitting Duck. And he told me of mom saying she was going to pack up and leave the house, then I ran downstairs, finding her on the couch; she was soo miserable and sad; she talked of Wanting to Die, "you don't even have to change my clothes, you can just bury me in what I have on." I was soo sad and crying and soo sorry for the way I misbehaved; we hugged and made up a bit. Then I went back upstairs and told dad she was lying on the couch. Then I opened my DSi's Notebook app and drew up a three circle pyramid diagrahm of me, mom and dad, analyzing all three aspects, and I felt more sad. I saved the app, turned the handheld off, turned off the TV, grabbed my quilt, wrapping it around my head, and set up to my scrunched sleep position on the couch. But I did not go to sleep, i cred and cried some more, which led me to move to my bed, still with quilt on my head, I laid face down into my pillows and cried a lot more. I felt very miserable and realizing that at this point my only reason for being was to keep this falling apart family together. And even worse, I lied to you in the e-mal I sent you post-father and pre notebook-writing. I called up Rocky and talked to her about the situation, because I needed someone to talk to immediately, pre-quilt. I felt worse than shit. A few minutes later, mom calls me on my cell to check on me; I tell how miserable I was; she came upstairs. I was on the bed, in fetus position with quilt on my head. I did not feel like showing my face. she sat by my side, rubbed my back with one hand in comforting attempt, confiding in me moments of similar events that happened to her. i eventually sat up with her, and we shared a good, long cry with tissues. Then we went up to wal-mart for groceries at about 8 after finishing our cry and recovering. We were there about when you called; I was not ready to tell the truth yet. Points are my family and I do not have any friends and outside family to depend on; mom and dad's relatives gave us constant cold shoulders, thinking they're royalty, when really they're no better off.

Trombonista at 03:58, 23 October 2017

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	This page contains e-mails between Chris and the various Gal Pals played by [[Emily]], from 2011-2012.

	==Borb vs Magfest==		==Borb vs Magfest==

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+Listen, I lied. I was not sick, but I did have stress-induced belly-aches, and I had a running nose, because I Cried because of ME and my Mother. This family of mine is soo fragile; one of us in the three leaves, and the other two are just as good as dead, homeless and lost. Financially, ALL SSI income counted for, by my father's count, we're struggling to surviving. And They Would lock me out upon my return if I had gone to MagFest, then where would I be? Just like that trip to Cleveland, the destination was Not Solid; without a Point A to return to or my car had died on that trip, I would have been damned lost and out. Just the same as this trip to MagFest; all that for a One Night Stand and Risk of another Troll Setup, I just could not afford it emotionally. Yesterday, in a final, childish attempt, I gave my mom and dad the Autistic Treatment; Silent, Deaf and No Eye-Contact, which wrecked a family outting to Country Cookin' that afternoon. After getting back home, she came up to my room, and in an angry, sad tone told me sarcastically, "Go on your trip, but at least take two blankets with you to keep warm," then she left crying. Then my father came in a few minutes later telling me of us three beng a whole and what would happen if one leaves. And informed me that due to the crap on the internet against and about me from the trolls and what I uploaded, as well as my real events between PVCC, the mall the cops and all that shit, plus being psychologically matched to the high school and college dropout who shot the people in Arizona. And the great number of people locally and worldwide who hate and loathe me. Legally, I am a Sitting Duck. And he told me of mom saying she was going to pack up and leave the house, then I ran downstairs, finding her on the couch; she was soo miserable and sad; she talked of Wanting to Die, "you don't even have to change my clothes, you can just bury me in what I have on." I was soo sad and crying and soo sorry for the way I misbehaved; we hugged and made up a bit. Then I went back upstairs and told dad she was lying on the couch. Then I opened my DSi's Notebook app and drew up a three circle pyramid diagrahm of me, mom and dad, analyzing all three aspects, and I felt more sad. I saved the app, turned the handheld off, turned off the TV, grabbed my quilt, wrapping it around my head, and set up to my scrunched sleep position on the couch. But I did not go to sleep, i cred and cried some more, which led me to move to my bed, still with quilt on my head, I laid face down into my pillows and cried a lot more. I felt very miserable and realizing that at this point my only reason for being was to keep this falling apart family together. And even worse, I lied to you in the e-mal I sent you post-father and pre notebook-writing. I called up Rocky and talked to her about the situation, because I needed someone to talk to immediately, pre-quilt. I felt worse than shit. A few minutes later, mom calls me on my cell to check on me; I tell how miserable I was; she came upstairs. I was on the bed, in fetus position with quilt on my head. I did not feel like showing my face. she sat by my side, rubbed my back with one hand in comforting attempt, confiding in me moments of similar events that happened to her. i eventually sat up with her, and we shared a good, long cry with tissues. Then we went up to wal-mart for groceries at about 8 after finishing our cry and recovering. We were there about when you called; I was not ready to tell the truth yet. Points are my family and I do not have any friends and outside family to depend on; mom and dad's relatives gave us constant cold shoulders, thinking they're royalty, when really they're no better off.
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+And any friends were either dead, left behind in Midlothian, or alive and giving us cold shoulders too. They will never feel at ease with me going anywhere more distance away than Charlottesville or Ruckersville, not unless they actually know And Have Met in Person any people of my acquaintance, Including You, [REDACTED]. I am very sorry. And at the destinaton, unless They are sure it is okay and safe for me to be around or stay at, I'm still a Legally Sitting Duck; Troll Set-Up Paranoid and such. And also, mom treated me to half-payment of a copy of DC Universe Online to make up for not allowing me to go. Even after that, I still feel low as shit. I am soo sorry to you, [REDACTED], for lying to you about the recent sickness and making destined-to-fail promises, but family does come first, and it does say in the commandments and Bible to Honor Thy Mother and Father. And I must further insist on you and my parents meeting in person and talking in good faith and confidence. I feel ashamed to answer my own phone at the moment and for a while, so I ask you to contact my father on our house phone at 434-990-0198 to set up the meeting location and time, after your return from the Mag Fest, please.
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+I feel old sometimes to often as well. As for me, it has been in and out for my mother and/or myself. Our dogs have grown; they are stronger too. They both need some serious training, and my mom recently met, and flirted with, a verified "Smith" who is a pro dog trainer. He offered to train the beagles for a discount from his original rate. She is still planning on deciding when to take the dogs to him. Aside from that, I find a better peace of mind from building with Lego sets and playing video games here, as well as my weekly meets with Rocky, the dogs when they are being good, snugly, entertaining and comforting; we would not take an infinite amount of money for them, and the on and off comforting of my mother.
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	{{quotebox\|Wed, May 11, 2011 at 1:37 AM		{{quotebox\|Wed, May 11, 2011 at 1:37 AM

	I missed you earlier tonight; I had my cellie in my reach and loud waitin' for you. You were busy; I understand.		I missed you earlier tonight; I had my cellie in my reach and loud waitin' for you. You were busy; I understand.

	Anyhoo, I had a good time at Applebees Monday. I sang "Teenage Dream" and "Piece of Me", and I really let out my feminine groove thang. A woman (older than me I think) had a lovely singing voice when she sand. I complimented her, and she thanked and hugged me. It was her first time singing apparently. I also took notice of most of the other women there; there was one in a red dress, a group of four black cuties, and one in pink AND a pink hairdoo (colored; I could tell from her dark roots). And I got encouraged after singing like I was lookin' for; someone shouted, "You go, girl." I also tried a cosmo; it was okay, but I've had better. I was also thinking of trying a daquri (I've heard of it before). You missed		Anyhoo, I had a good time at Applebees Monday. I sang "Teenage Dream" and "Piece of Me", and I really let out my feminine groove thang. A woman (older than me I think) had a lovely singing voice when she sand. I complimented her, and she thanked and hugged me. It was her first time singing apparently. I also took notice of most of the other women there; there was one in a red dress, a group of four black cuties, and one in pink AND a pink hairdoo (colored; I could tell from her dark roots). And I got encouraged after singing like I was lookin' for; someone shouted, "You go, girl." I also tried a cosmo; it was okay, but I've had better. I was also thinking of trying a daquri (I've heard of it before). You missed
	out on seeing me this time; I would like to have you in the audience anyway. Perhaps on Friday at the Baja or another Monday at the Apple. :)		out on seeing me this time; I would like to have you in the audience anyway. Perhaps on Friday at the Baja or another Monday at the Apple. :)

	I couldn't get the piercing yet; it turns out I misunderstood over the phone when I called ACME earlier; they charge 45 for a naval piercing. It was unbelieveable for me, especially after I had trouble finding it on the Corner.		I couldn't get the piercing yet; it turns out I misunderstood over the phone when I called ACME earlier; they charge 45 for a naval piercing. It was unbelieveable for me, especially after I had trouble finding it on the Corner.

	I also bought another zebra tank during the Monday outting, and I found another denim mini my size for 8 at Sears. Manufacturers sure do get assymetrical on feminine skirt and pant sizes. As a male, I'm a 38 W, which translates roughly to 18 feminine, and the new mini, which fit me great, was a 13. What a world. I also found on clearance a pair of chained earrings "Hannah Montanna"brand for only 2; I got it for the 3 pairs of charms, featuring guitars. It also had stars and hearts. I carefully removed the charms and maintained the charm rings. I like the charms to hang onto my hoops and change them whenever. I bought a set of silver hoops Tues on clearance at Target for 5; a lot Easier than the blue ones I was wearing before.		I also bought another zebra tank during the Monday outting, and I found another denim mini my size for 8 at Sears. Manufacturers sure do get assymetrical on feminine skirt and pant sizes. As a male, I'm a 38 W, which translates roughly to 18 feminine, and the new mini, which fit me great, was a 13. What a world. I also found on clearance a pair of chained earrings "Hannah Montanna"brand for only 2; I got it for the 3 pairs of charms, featuring guitars. It also had stars and hearts. I carefully removed the charms and maintained the charm rings. I like the charms to hang onto my hoops and change them whenever. I bought a set of silver hoops Tues on clearance at Target for 5; a lot Easier than the blue ones I was wearing before.

	My Tuesday outting also included getting soap at WalMart and searching for a new power cord for my mother's cell; she greatly misplaced her original. I found a good replacement at Big Lots.		My Tuesday outting also included getting soap at WalMart and searching for a new power cord for my mother's cell; she greatly misplaced her original. I found a good replacement at Big Lots.

	I figured out a new swift trick for changing clothes. I can wear pants and a tee over my skirt and tank respectively; I'm like Stripperella. I keep my hairband and bracelets in my bag with my makeup. I keep my sandals in a target cloth bag for the shoe swap in the car. Worth the trouble to keep the secret (I shouldn't really require to have, but I do for the		I figured out a new swift trick for changing clothes. I can wear pants and a tee over my skirt and tank respectively; I'm like Stripperella. I keep my hairband and bracelets in my bag with my makeup. I keep my sandals in a target cloth bag for the shoe swap in the car. Worth the trouble to keep the secret (I shouldn't really require to have, but I do for the golden oldies) from my parents.
	golden oldies) from my parents.

	On the topic, I wanted to get your opinion on something else; I'm super fine and very comfortable in the skirts, tanks and everything; I feel very empowered. I was wondering, do you feel it be a step too far if I started using the ladies'restroom? I mean, recently, I have observed when I go into the men's room with my outfit and attitude, I feel out of		On the topic, I wanted to get your opinion on something else; I'm super fine and very comfortable in the skirts, tanks and everything; I feel very empowered. I was wondering, do you feel it be a step too far if I started using the ladies'restroom? I mean, recently, I have observed when I go into the men's room with my outfit and attitude, I feel out of place in there. Crazily, if a tomboy who takes it soo far started feeling discomfort in the ladies' room, I would not hold it against her for using the men's room.
	place in there. Crazily, if a tomboy who takes it soo far started feeling discomfort in the ladies' room, I would not hold it against her for using the men's room.

	Something else, Jackie has been soo detailed in her responses, as I have forwarded to you; reading it makes me feel flabbergasted; I have a hard time coming up with an appropriate response after the first read or two. It took me like three times to come up with what I responded. Internet socializing and communicating over it is such a hassle to me.		Something else, Jackie has been soo detailed in her responses, as I have forwarded to you; reading it makes me feel flabbergasted; I have a hard time coming up with an appropriate response after the first read or two. It took me like three times to come up with what I responded. Internet socializing and communicating over it is such a hassle to me.

	Also, I have been enoying the Looney Tunes Show that started up on the Cartoon Network recently. This week's episode brought Lola Bunny back into Bugs' life; it was soo fun and cute. It's title is "Members Only", it'll air again Saturday at 2:30 PM. I reccommend checking out the episode. Although IMHO, it appeared to be a TOTAL persona change for Lola since "Space Jam"; she became a scatterbrain, and I feel that is not right for her. Still a fun story, though. :)		Also, I have been enoying the Looney Tunes Show that started up on the Cartoon Network recently. This week's episode brought Lola Bunny back into Bugs' life; it was soo fun and cute. It's title is "Members Only", it'll air again Saturday at 2:30 PM. I reccommend checking out the episode. Although IMHO, it appeared to be a TOTAL persona change for Lola since "Space Jam"; she became a scatterbrain, and I feel that is not right for her. Still a fun story, though. :)

	Please call me Tonight if you can.		Please call me Tonight if you can.
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	Mom is fair; she is mostly recovered from pnumonia again. She currently has more energy than I do. The puppies are healthy, strong and mostly well-behaved.		Mom is fair; she is mostly recovered from pnumonia again. She currently has more energy than I do. The puppies are healthy, strong and mostly well-behaved.

	I really, Really, REALLY pray, hope, and wish everything was NOT frigging doom and gloom with me either. I Wish I was NOT Hated and Feared by the entire world for the wrong reasons, as it has been.		I really, Really, REALLY pray, hope, and wish everything was NOT frigging doom and gloom with me either. I Wish I was NOT Hated and Feared by the entire world for the wrong reasons, as it has been.

	I am soo tired from stress, it is harder for me to maintain focus in thought. I feel like I just want to go ahead and die naturally, unless the stress kills me first, and I am not going to commit suicide of any sort. At least I don't have to worry about dying a virgin. I feel like my dream of starting up a family with my future sweetheart and having our Crystal daughter is not going to be realized, or come true.		I am soo tired from stress, it is harder for me to maintain focus in thought. I feel like I just want to go ahead and die naturally, unless the stress kills me first, and I am not going to commit suicide of any sort. At least I don't have to worry about dying a virgin. I feel like my dream of starting up a family with my future sweetheart and having our Crystal daughter is not going to be realized, or come true.

	We do get out; it was just for June second that I had to stay at home to remove me from any suspicion by the damn Jerkops. We have no respect for the local "police". I slept most of the day away after staying awake for a long while worrying; I crashed at about 8:00 AM.		We do get out; it was just for June second that I had to stay at home to remove me from any suspicion by the damn Jerkops. We have no respect for the local "police". I slept most of the day away after staying awake for a long while worrying; I crashed at about 8:00 AM.

	My only great purpose now is for my mother, our two cats, and our two puppies; NO Girlfriend/Sweetheart, as freaking promised from multiple dreams, for Christian Weston Chandler. Only hatred, fear, discrimination, and a whole wide world		My only great purpose now is for my mother, our two cats, and our two puppies; NO Girlfriend/Sweetheart, as freaking promised from multiple dreams, for Christian Weston Chandler. Only hatred, fear, discrimination, and a whole wide world of extreme, unjustifiable shit... lies in the wake of my once good name.
	of extreme, unjustifiable shit... lies in the wake of my once good name.

	Nobody really, truly understands me. I am sad, confused, lost,... I do not understand.		Nobody really, truly understands me. I am sad, confused, lost,... I do not understand.

	Stay Safe with Peace,		Stay Safe with Peace,