Monthly Archives: September 2018

When I almost lost my eye /// The personal Series

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I was bullied a lot as a kid and this was one of many physical altercations I had to endure. I was in the fifth grade, so that would have probably made me nine years old. I was walking towards  my aunts house with a friend and didn’t even see the fucking pinecone flying at my eye. The person threw it hard, when it hit my eye it went to darkness and I fell to the ground. My friend ran off to get help and someone helped me into my aunts house. I was told my eye was bleeding and I was crying as it hurt bad.

There were witnesses outside when it happened and we were told who threw the acorn, an eighteen year old who lived in a house across the street from my aunt. My parents were called, my mom took me to the eye doctor who took most of the pinecone pieces from my eye but not all.

To this day my right eye is still a little blurry, and people wonder why i’m diagnosed with ptsd.

Psycho Landlord // The Personal Series

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This happened in 2015, I’ve spoken about this before but really didn’t dive into the entire story in full. Before moving into this crazy bitches, we will call her Penny, house, I was living with roommates on the upper west side and was waiting for housing I had applied for. I figured I would just do the roommate thing again for a few months until my name came up on the housing list, even though I was really sick of living with roommates and wanted to live on my own.

I found this room on craigslist I believe and viewed the room with my mom & stepfather, I met the landlord and viewed the house/room which was fully furnished. The house was meant for college students but explained to the landlord that I was not a student and was on disability. I also explained that I was waiting for an apartment and only needed the room until then. The landlord agreed and I signed the lease.

I moved in on May 28th, 2015 and was the only one living there until the end of July, things were okay at first, I spoke to the girls that were moving in, in august through text messages. Lets just say things didn’t stay okay. In mid July, I noticed bites on my legs and went to the doctors office and was told they were bed bugs.

I was pissed and contacted the landlord to take care of the problem, like I said the room was furnished and I wasn’t able to use my own bed. Penny accused of me bringing them in which I knew I hadn’t as I lived two other places before moving in and hadn’t had a problem. She wanted my mom to pay to get the house sprayed which she refused. Needless to say the problem was taken care of but things went down hill from there.

As you know, I suffer from some mental disorders and I have always been honest and blunt online about what I suffer from. One of the new girls moving in, looked me up online and didn’t want to move in because of what I was honest about on my about.me profile. The landlord demanded I take my profile down and calm this little bitch down, which I did but I felt like I should be ashamed and I was pretty angry about it.

I found out there were talks and texts about me among the other girls, after everyone moved in, in August. I no longer wanted to be there, I left every day and stayed gone all day. I wanted out and I really didn’t feel safe, I felt like I was living in a nightmare. Things kept getting worse as the days passed.

Finally the landlord wanted to evict me, but she didn’t have the grounds. I agreed to leave because I wanted out, when she couldn’t evict me, she assaulted me and had me arrested by claiming I threw her down the stairs and using my mental disorder against me.

I hope her bitch ass rots in hell.