Financially abused masochist

Y'know what I love? Being financially abused. We just walked to go fetch his bike that I had to take more loans from his father to pay for, but I had $150 of unexpected charges from what I must assume from his completely broken, in no way usable, ESPECIALLY for Amazon laptop that I see Amazon open all the time.

I genuinely don't know what legal shit is coming. In tandem with starting my medication at full doses was a number of seemingly coordinated events that resulted in me confessing and being honest with my new doctor, which I think I benefit from? I don't know anything! I'm just told by my...this is a new one and I'll get a screenshot next time I see it, but I get strange boxes of text in my keyboard now for some reason that directly spells out "Write Cult Story," which I definitely see how that CAN lead to a payoff, I just don't know if it will.

At this point, the CIA/etc have kerfucklefied my identity framework so the narrative on which I base my decision making is updated on a regular basis. I sincerely thought I was just instantly going to become mega famous by getting arrested with some headline like, "Arizona Man and Leader of a Sex Cult, Victoria Phoenix, Picked Up By State Troopers While Trying to Escape State on Bike with Pounds of Drugs and Mentally Ill Man in Tow" and then it would just get thrown out because the cops have violated my rights already multiple times.

And this COULD still happen. I just think other options might be more prudent and wise. Trying to get a writing job...well, I certainly do the righting g00d, it's a matter of how I have no idea how to approach anybody with any number of fiction or nonfiction stories I have, let alone the articles! And juggling on campus is going to happen soon, and if you don't know, some college kids don't know that $20 is a lot and will give that to you if you just ask, which you shouldn't outright, as there needs to be energy exchange for positive types of karmic entanglement.

And it's not enough that I make myself sustainable anymore. No! God has tasked me with doing all but wipe the ass of this sweet, lying, mentally ill man hemorrhaging money, so I must do that! Big monies! That's how I gotta think. Money affirmation is retarded, but there's truth to it. What you intend directly determines what experiences procedurally generate in your personal reality tunnel, that doesn't have to match anyone else's.

And that's where I find some relief, knowing the truth about what it means to be my own monad, and that I will never be handed a task too great, and I've been through the ringer to know the worst that things get, and it's alright, this reality thing, I gotta say. I met a weirdo who understands my weird! That wasn't by chance! That ish was magickal, but that's a post unto itself, how we met and fell in love. Almost makes this money shit forgivable.

PS: got a pic of it. Like, that's CLEARLY something, yea?