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There is a lot going on

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To start I’m sorry I haven’t really been posting. I have a lot going on. To start the building I live in as become a shit show. I feel like I’m living in a college dorm.

People are grown as fuck but still bad mouthing others, starting rumors and acting like children. To be honest I’m over it.

My next door neighbors are driving me crazy. The women on the right is constantly throwing temper tantrums in the hallway and is convinced I hate her cause she’s Puerto Rican. I was like what? My son is half Puerto Rican. You can’t be serious. I don’t hate anyone but I don’t give respect to people who constantly disrespect me. Period.

The guy on the left doesn’t understand what an inside voice is. Like he is so fucking loud especially in the middle of the night. It’s making me lose sleep and I can’t handle this.

Management doesn’t give a fuck. Plus now I’m sick again and feel like complete crap.

One of my online friends passed away in February so I’ve been talking to other women who knew her. I have a bunch of crap hitting me all at once and it’s making me not want to do anything.

So I’m sorry that I’m not as active as I once was with this blog. I’ll do better in the future.

My life.

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So I hate this fucking building, this is worse then the time my landlord had me arrested when she couldn’t evict me. I’ve had people tell me that I shouldn’t post this online but I have reached my breaking point. And I no longer give a fuck or any fucks really.

I have lived here for six years, two new people now live next door to me and they are fucking loud, disrespectful and horrible. I’m the past week I have gotten into it with both of them and I no longer feel comfortable. I don’t want to live here, I literally can’t even cough in my own apartment without an issue.

I’m stuck here until July. I am going to talk to management but I know they won’t do anything. I’ve been accused of being prejudice against Puerto Ricans. What?! My son is half Puerto Rican. I am at a loss.

One of them is smoking crack or cooking crack, I don’t know but my apartment smells like crack on a regular basis.

I’m so over this situation.

Broken

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D and I broke up, I’m not okay and that’s the reason why I haven’t blogged. I haven’t been reading or writing either. I’ve been missing appointments, my apartment is a mess and I haven’t been feeling great.

Update

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My laptop which was a replacement to my original laptop has died. I have finally been accepted into section 8 so I have plans to buy a new laptop.

However I want a gaming laptop and will have to safe up money. Until then I will be blogging and updating via my phone.

What is new

D and I are still together but have recently decided to add another woman to our relationship. We all get along very well.

There has been another death in my building. His body sat dead for at least a month before he was found.

I had lunch with my mom in August but she still isn’t talking to me like that.

I’m starting to do surveys again.

Changes

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I have moved my writing back over to http://wattpad.com and you can reach my profile at https://www.wattpad.com/user/joleneisjojo.

I just think that I will write more if it’s on wattpad, rather then on here. I have updated The Paranormal Effect and An Insane Christmas with new chapters. I am working on the new Mystery Man chapter now. I am trying to work out a writing schedule but lately have been mostly busy with surveys and doctor appointments.

Where I have been

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I haven’t posted anything in a long time so this is more of a random update post then anything else.

— I got two tattoos while I have been away, The word Stronger on my left wrist. For those who don’t know, I have struggled with self harm my whole life and have a ton of scars. I mostly got to remind myself I don’t have to harm myself. On my right arm I got my kids initials and birthdates, that of my fifteen year old son and also the baby I lost in 2007. Pictures are on my instagram, the link of which is on the contact page.

— I finally got approved for section 8, I’m in the paperwork process right now so I should be done with that sometime next month.

— I haven’t played the sims or gotten online for anything other then doing surveys and checking email in the past couple of month.

— I have a friend that is going through a hard time right now so I have been spending time with her as well.

Five more things you’d be surprised to learn about me

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I hate talking on the phone and would rather text

I get really nervous and quiet on the phone, I never know what to say and often get tongue tied. Please just text me.

 

I hate getting my picture taken

I also hate taking my own picture, I think I look weird in pictures

I hate being stared at

It’s rude, open your mouth and talk

I hate when people assume I’m mean because of how I look

That’s just my face

 

Finally when people on the bus don’t give up their seats for the elderly or disabled

 

I will say something, that’s rude as hell

 

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.