Some Truth

Some Truth

Someone Should Have Cared

They Do Not Listen

In my life, there are a few things that are needed. I wanted to be loved, and reasonably cared for.

There are no friends, or family here. I’m a stranger in this world. Not a friend, no one wants me, and no one really cares. The world doesn’t want me, and no one gives a damn.

Wanted to be loved. For me, for who and what I am. Seems, no one wants to know. I wanted to be understood. It matters that people understand my point of view. Why? Because my life matters and has value. If you can not see that I have value, then maybe, you are dumb?

My efforts to be understood have not met with success. Maybe they will not meet with failure either. There is some room for middle ground in these matters. Not everyone has to understand. A few need to understand.

Many today, vilify and condemn what they don’t understand, or know. Seems, these people will sway the masses to believe lies, and bombast about anyone they can convince. I want to avoid having my name dragged through the muck. So people should have a careful study, and think about what I have to say. Why? Because their lives will depend upon it.

Wanted my life to be a lot better than this. No one will help, no one cares. And at this point; I’m bored trying to convince robots, and Borg of anything. Their minds are so programmed, and polarized, they can not think of their own accord. The people, the masses, can not think for themselves; and some people want it that way. So they believe anything they are told.

Like I said, I want to be understood. People should read what I have written. People should think about what I had to say. It might matter. If you can think, or reason; then you should give it a read. There is several million words I have written. And a lot of it, may be dribble; but the points are made in some ways.

I like my haystacks. They have some use. Most people won’t take the time. To those that do, you will want to wear your thinking cap. They treated me, like I didn’t matter, and was of no use. The abuse is wrong, and immoral.

Seems, they like to get away with using weapons of warfare, and escape any punishment. Seems, there is real need for justice in this world.

I want to be understood. You will have to do the work, and think, read, and listen to what I have to say. Because, it matters. Don’t disregard me. You may want to know. If you come to understand me, you may find a lot to like about me. If not, then you will have enough at your disposal to hate me right and true to fear me. Either way, people should wake up.

No one is reading, and no one cared. Needed my life to change. So far, it's too late to make it right with me. This has gone, all too far. Stop it. Stop it now.

Life has to change. It has to get a lot better. For everyone.