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I just erased everything I wrote before. Cause I can’t grovel. I’m just need help break t do not have any family that can do it. But needed my help ain’t weak. I ain’t got nuthin to be shamed of or have to prove. IM JUST A PERSON KEEPS GETTING ABSURD & rotten luck dumped on me. I feel like Job. I don’t want the live aw everything, looks like I have no choice.
1. I know my worth ain’t more or less than anyone else in the BIG picture; opposite of Quantum mechanics.
2. I know I’ve had an unrealistically large heap of mess dropped into my world. Why or who don’t matter. In the big picture. Being alive and living with my Sun DOES matter in the big picture.
I won’t lie. I was warned what could happen to me might, but it don’t ever seem so bad when it’s just a maybe. I picked myself up didn’t run round crying (too much... okay. I’ve been a little dark. So what. So was Joy Division, Bauhaus, MASSIVE ATTACK.
I know I am intelligent, talented and capable, and that I’d give at least one segment of finger for a chance to prove it.
I know I refuse to grovel anymore in my short comings, disabilities, car accidents, loss of family(S), I mean fuck it. Now I know what it’s like to be hit by a car- and thank God-le noo-fan-do itself :I AM: hat it wasn’t worse. That I’m not dead. Blood in the asphalt. A taste I know more than any one person oughta have ta. And I know the taste of dirt in my mouth less then others. Six one, half dozen the other.
IF I DONT HAVE $2000 (100 peoples + $20 each?), I’m going to lose everything I do and have ever owned. I have to consolidate & will be having a great American DONAR give away stuff to Day this Sat., January 12, 2019.
I would very much appreciate to pass on w love some of the very awesome things my son and I have loved in order to save the few that are irreplaceable. Utterly.
Then I gots to get a lawyer for a Feb. Court hearing. I can barely walk for pain & dizziness. I’m a no nonsense kinda gal, and just. Carry on, but for the first time, Caint. Not w/out genuine help. I cannot continue to burden the one person who’s helped me (thanks Dad), and I got what it takes to pay the bills. Trust. Just gimme a chance. If I suck, I’ll bake you (sucky) brownies and be on my sorry ass way.
But it ain’t like that. Yo. Not anymore. I’m gonna stay strong, do what’s right. Fight for the love of my tiny family, show my boy miracles come down everyone’s street sometimes, and look forward to sharing good times with all of you (that aren’t psychotically whacko- no offence, just not my scene it turns out).
Please forgive my typos. I check-O & finish uh-o tomorrow
Peace to the Mutha
1. I know my worth ain’t more or less than anyone else in the BIG picture; opposite of Quantum mechanics.
2. I know I’ve had an unrealistically large heap of mess dropped into my world. Why or who don’t matter. In the big picture. Being alive and living with my Sun DOES matter in the big picture.
I won’t lie. I was warned what could happen to me might, but it don’t ever seem so bad when it’s just a maybe. I picked myself up didn’t run round crying (too much... okay. I’ve been a little dark. So what. So was Joy Division, Bauhaus, MASSIVE ATTACK.
I know I am intelligent, talented and capable, and that I’d give at least one segment of finger for a chance to prove it.
I know I refuse to grovel anymore in my short comings, disabilities, car accidents, loss of family(S), I mean fuck it. Now I know what it’s like to be hit by a car- and thank God-le noo-fan-do itself :I AM: hat it wasn’t worse. That I’m not dead. Blood in the asphalt. A taste I know more than any one person oughta have ta. And I know the taste of dirt in my mouth less then others. Six one, half dozen the other.
IF I DONT HAVE $2000 (100 peoples + $20 each?), I’m going to lose everything I do and have ever owned. I have to consolidate & will be having a great American DONAR give away stuff to Day this Sat., January 12, 2019.
I would very much appreciate to pass on w love some of the very awesome things my son and I have loved in order to save the few that are irreplaceable. Utterly.
Then I gots to get a lawyer for a Feb. Court hearing. I can barely walk for pain & dizziness. I’m a no nonsense kinda gal, and just. Carry on, but for the first time, Caint. Not w/out genuine help. I cannot continue to burden the one person who’s helped me (thanks Dad), and I got what it takes to pay the bills. Trust. Just gimme a chance. If I suck, I’ll bake you (sucky) brownies and be on my sorry ass way.
But it ain’t like that. Yo. Not anymore. I’m gonna stay strong, do what’s right. Fight for the love of my tiny family, show my boy miracles come down everyone’s street sometimes, and look forward to sharing good times with all of you (that aren’t psychotically whacko- no offence, just not my scene it turns out).
Please forgive my typos. I check-O & finish uh-o tomorrow
Peace to the Mutha
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Tabitha Violet
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Los Angeles, CA
