LoveLife

Was at Jose Tejas with Lucy and my mom

I grew up praying every day, hoping to have a family like my own. I lost my grandfather when I left Trinidad at 7. I feel alone because of my introverted personality and being in a dysfunctional relationship with a woman that used my child as a pawn to break my heart countless times. I have been depressed and making an idiot of myself in my home because I would rather laugh than cry. It sounds crazy, but it has been working for 17 years and I cannot talk to my son. My ex is evil, and hated me and my family because she was sexually abused as a child and I am not used to that. Her father had a drug problem and they could not buy a house because of this. My father worked like a slave since 4 years old and we came to this country to be targeted. I choose to be alone because people around me are “crazy” about me, and at the same time, prey on the abusive things she did to me. She was the only American I was ever with, and she was from the ghetto. At this point in my time at least, people have been threatening to kill me and I have have been jumped and the property surrounded. I have God though, and cannot bring any woman to where I live (in my mother’s house), and everyone does not want me to have a woman. I want to be alone because I am depressed, targeted, and I have to take care of my mother despite women telling me that no one wants me. People just want me to endure hell on earth here, so I wear the Armor of God, and despite my sins I love Jesus, and he is and always has been my lord and savior. My mind is corrupted, but my soul belongs to God. I am his loyal servant in life and in death. Revelations 9:1 , Revelations 12:1 Just waiting to be alone with my mom with no one screaming from outside, remember the good times, and get back to God with no one around so I can heal.

I started thinking of my assimilation into America when I was brought here at 7. Every American I spoke to asked me “but I thought all Trinidadians were black?” So, my cultural identity was compromised. I was told in Trinidad we are all the same, or at least use the proper ethnic slur. I’m not even sure what I am anymore. I am an introvert as well, and everyone around me as isolated me and used my culture as just a joke. No woman ever wanted to look at me in the face and talk to me, just scream like a ratchet maniac. I’m fine being alone, I have been alone for the past few years. I have not even kissed anyone different in 17 years in America. I only had one woman here and no one ever showed interest. Only until my father died and I was alone people decided to use this as a tactic to destroy me. I pray to God every day, and am thankful knowing every Trinidadian woman treated me well. Scared of Americans now, sorry; I need to get back to Trinidad to learn my culture and try to have good times before I leave this earth. I want to live a long life, and take care of my elderly mother while people scream at my house, they are trying to kill me with stress like they killed my father; he had a heart attack and died in the house I am in.

From May, pics of Central Park in NY. Took an express bus home.

The last bite of Wonton Soup 🤤🤤🤤❤️❤️❤️

COD Cold War Outbreak: completed 5/6 (3/6 at the time) Easter eggs.
Celebrated the increased starting weapon tier from the Demon Pact with a joint. I stared at the purple light on the altar as I levitated and light passed into my mouth and exited my re**um. I am enlightened 😜😂 twitch.tv/skavengernyc

Security gig pics pt2

Pics from a security gig

Fight racism with electronic stimulation

P**n addiction can be identified using functional magnetic resonance imaging (fMRI) https://www.sciencedaily.com/releases/2014/07/140711153327.htm