[07:30] < quantificationq> hey guys. this is SO coool. I just realized, when I used to live in Queens in Elmhurst, NY, my zip code was so 1337, it started with 2 l's. 11373
[07:31] < quantificationq> 51-60 Van Kleeck Street, Elmhurst, NY 11373
[07:32] < quantificationq> Apartment 6-T
[07:33] < quantificationq> right near the Wendy's Hamburger where Eddie Murphy taped the movie Coming to America
[07:33] < quantificationq> along Queens Boulevard
[07:33] < ProfessorBacon> neato
[07:34] < quantificationq> there used to be a European American Bank on the corner
[07:34] < quantificationq> and across the street from there, a Radio Shack
[07:34] < quantificationq> and on the other side of t
[07:34] < quantificationq> *of Queens Boulevard used to be Seaman's Furniture Store. not sure if it's still there since Seaman's has been in and out of bankruptcy a few times.
[07:34] < ProfessorBacon> what's better queens or brooklyn
[07:35] < quantificationq> I used to live right off of Grand Avenue
[07:35] < quantificationq> in between Grand Avenue and Van Damme
[07:35] < quantificationq> like Jean Claude Van Damme
[07:35] < quantificationq> I don't really know how to spell Jean Claude's last name
[07:35] < ProfessorBacon> that's amazing.
[07:37] < quantificationq> and Macy's used to be in that circular building. pronounced May-Sees but I used to pronounce it like my name Maki's
[07:37] < quantificationq> cuz a C can sound like a K
[07:37] < quantificationq> anyday
[07:38] < quantificationq> the first place I moved to was called Justice Avenue
[07:38] < quantificationq> where my Uncle Armando Esposito and aunt Miyoko used to live.
[07:38] < quantificationq> my so-called aunt
[07:39] < quantificationq> and across the street used to be a delicatessen where they had a slogan - to be the best is to make the best
[07:39] < quantificationq> had a cartoon picture of a King wearing his royal attire
[07:40] < quantificationq> before moving to Rockland County, NY, I went around on a pilgramage and took a lot of pictures of my neighborhood - current and historical
[07:40] < quantificationq> and back then, up to 2002, no one bothered me about taking pictures of everything around me
[07:42] < quantificationq> except the male and female Police Officers and the pizzeria. I asked and they said they'd rather not be and I said ok, although I was sad because the pizzeria on the corner across
the streets (fork in road) used to be there for many years and I wanted to always remember that pizzeria and how hard the people there worked although I hardly was able to afford
to buy a slice of pizza there.
[07:43] < quantificationq> but nowadays, no matter where I go around here, people are complaining about me taking pictures so much so that they call the Police on me
[07:43] < quantificationq> they even tell whole neighborhoods to be on the lookout for some nutty person who is listening to and dancing/singing along to music taking pictures.
[07:44] < quantificationq> and business owners tell me if I don't ask them if I could take a picture, they will/might report me to the Police.
[07:45] < quantificationq> I said I've always taken pictures of my surroundings because my surroundings are always changing and there has been a huge chunk of my life where so many things changed around me
while my life was in a dormant state between 2002 and 2008
[07:45] < quantificationq> well, since 1999 I guess before the turn of the Century
[07:45] < quantificationq> when I lost my job after giving it My ALL and the company had made a record breaking 2.2 million dollars
[07:48] < quantificationq> all because I found evidence of racial discrimination in the workplace which I could not let slide even if it was not targeted toward my race, Creed, nationality, etc. I found a
very offensive description of a black, possibly African-American, person, and I lost my job the day after I complained on a day I felt so offended and sick from that description
that I had to take a sick day.
[07:50] < quantificationq> there was no indication from the first two calls from the so-called Director of Training of Mercury Technologies, Incorporated also known as uneducated m0rAn, that they were going
to fire me but on the 3rd message they left on my answering machine, he said "There's been a turn of events" and he said in so many words that I was terminated. So I decided I'm
going to keep a record of these messages
[07:52] < quantificationq> when I received those messages, I got even sicker and weaker but I managed to walk over to the Radio Shack on the corner of Elmhurst Avenue and Queens Boulevard to purchase a
Telephone Pickup made by a company called Realistic Cat. No. 44-533A *For high-quality recordings of personal phone calls * Suction cup fastens on phone receiver * With cord, 1/8"
mini-plug.
[07:53] < quantificationq> Custom Mfd. in Taiwan ROC for Radio Shack, A Division of Tandy Corp., Fort Worth, TX 76102 10A9
[07:53] < quantificationq> I still have the packaging
[07:54] < quantificationq> because I try to keep the things that were most important in my life although many things were carelessly destroyed/thrown out by my parents
[07:54] < quantificationq> that problem got so bad I stopped playing with my toys and I always kept things I used in pristine condition so that they don't have a reason to throw them away
[07:54] < quantificationq> when I was a little girl
[07:54] < quantificationq> my toys ended up in boxes and plastic containers
[07:56] < quantificationq> my cousins in Japan used to always tell me scary ghost stories and the ones about dolls were so traumatic, I couldn't even get myself to buy a doll until 1999 - The
Millenium/Milennium/Millennium Princess Barbie Doll. I said I'm not missing this opportunity to buy a once in a Century Barbie Doll.
[07:56] < quantificationq> I lived in Japan until I was 5 and 3/4 years old
[07:56] < quantificationq> torn apart from My Grandfather who I LOVED SO MUCH
[07:57] < quantificationq> I said I don't want to leave Japan but who listens to a child when their parents have decided to leave
[07:57] < quantificationq> but even in that short period of time, My Grandfather taught me RIGHT from wrong
[07:57] < quantificationq> he taught me everything I needed to know. my parents were always Missing in Action
[07:58] < quantificationq> I went everywhere with My Grandfather. he always took me by the hand and never complained about how slow a little baby girl walks. he never yanked me to walk faster, he never
left my side when we were together.
[07:59] < quantificationq> we were ALWAYS in ALL WAYS INSEPARABLE
[07:59] < quantificationq> on rare occasions when he had to leave me behind, if I saw him leaving, I would cry a google number of tears and he would feel so bad he couldn't leave until my aunt Kiku(?) or
someone else came to distract me
[08:00] < quantificationq> one day when I saw My Grandfather was missing, I walked a thousand miles for a little girl under the age of 5 and 3/4 years old all over town everywhere possible My Grandfather
could be.
[08:01] < quantificationq> ALL by Myself
[08:01] < quantificationq> my brother was so stupid he would get lost and people would find him crying by a bridge or something because he didn't know how to get home after he strayed not too far from the
house and he's supposedly 2 years older than me because we have the same birthday July 3
[08:02] < quantificationq> but I walked for hours and hours and hours going to My Grandfather's farm which he tended to himself even if he worked very hard as a very respected Architect in Town
[08:02] < quantificationq> going to this place and that
[08:02] < quantificationq> all the places I knew he might go
[08:02] < quantificationq> because I went with him everywhere
[08:04] < quantificationq> and night time finally came and I decided to check one more place before going home where I lived with my mother, my 2 so-called siblings, where dad was always not home because he
made a family not knowing what IT means to have a family; my Uncle and aunt, and their 2 children both girls - Mieko and Yumiko. their names both include the Kanji for Beautiful
[08:05] < quantificationq> the last place I checked was the local bar and he was being served a drink - most likely whiskey on the rocks. The liquid was brown and it had ice in it.
[08:05] < quantificationq> and My Grandfather asked me what I did all day and I said "Ojii-chan wo sagashini itteta"
[08:06] < ProfessorBacon> why do you do this. it defies logic
[08:06] < quantificationq> and those words made him feel soooo bad because, looking back, he knew exactly how many hours he had been away all day
[08:06] < ProfessorBacon> you should write a book
[08:07] < quantificationq> and he knew that as soon as I found him missing, I went out to look for him
[08:07] < quantificationq> because HE and I were ALWAYS in ALL WAYS INSEPARABLE
[08:08] < quantificationq> back then, it's a good thing Japan was a safe place to live because I didn't need any supervision while I walked a thousand miles with my 2 little baby feet
[08:08] < ProfessorBacon> don't you have better things to do than this? this must consume so much time, but for what gain?
[08:09] < quantificationq> oh, and my grandmother who hated me still lived there, too, until she passed away. I still remember the day she passed away and the funeral and the flowers the ladies rested
inside her simple brown wooden casket which was placed in the house
[08:09] < quantificationq> quietly weeping
[08:09] < quantificationq> *simple, brown
[08:11] < quantificationq> my mother was adopted into the family so she was never treated fairly by her adoptive family. I've heard stories that my mother was beaten even by My Grandfather because, at the
end of a long, hard day, he would come home very frustrated and aggravated and he couldn't take it out on his own children so he took it out on my mother.
[08:11] < quantificationq> and back then, the beatings were very physical, like a FIST directly to the top of the head
[08:12] < quantificationq> but my mother would tell me stories when I was little and she said My Grandfather changed when I came along
[08:12] < quantificationq> and I'm wondering why she would say "came along" as if I was not her own daughter
[08:13] < quantificationq> back then, I can imagine there had been many orphaned children due to the tragic side effects of World War II
[08:14] < quantificationq> I have an older so-called brother, Toru - first born and only son
[08:14] < quantificationq> so everyone loved him to death
[08:14] < quantificationq> then there's my little sister, Aki, 3 years younger than me
[08:15] < quantificationq> and there's me in the middle. I once heard my so-called father say that we already had one son and then they'd skip me and say to my sister "You were supposed to be a boy!"
[08:16] < quantificationq> and I'm thinking to myself "What do you mean she was supposed to be a boy?" as if they had the right to choose or something.
[08:16] < ProfessorBacon> http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DmlzklHPgNM
[08:17] < quantificationq> for some reason, my parents had to go to the government to get permission to give me a name and the government rejected the first name of their choice - Sayuri
[08:17] < quantificationq> why would they say they needed permission from the government if I was their child. they never mentioned this about naming my older so-called brother and my younger so-called sister
[08:18] < quantificationq> so they had to go back to the drawing board and think of another name
[08:18] < quantificationq> who does that when naming their children???
[08:18] < quantificationq> go back to the drawing board after being rejected by the government?
[08:19] < quantificationq> I don't know why but I always felt I was not from this family. I'm too EXTREMELY different and they've always treated me like the runt of the family except My Grandfather who
loved me truly and dearly
[08:20] < quantificationq> how can it be possible for 2 kids in the same family to be born on the same day 2 years apart anyway. the chances back then are like trying to hit a lottery
[08:20] < quantificationq> I don't think I was born on July 3, 1967
[08:21] < quantificationq> when I would ask my so-called mother if she's sure she gave birth to me, she would say "Of course I did. Just look at your beauty mark under your nose. Your brother has one just
like it, too."
[08:21] < quantificationq> and I'm thinking that could happen fairly frequently
[08:21] < quantificationq> so I have a feeling there's a possibility of having been switched at birth.
[08:22] < quantificationq> I remember the day my so-called sister was born. I was only 2 1/2 years old.
[08:23] < quantificationq> it was one of the rare occasions when my so-called father was home with the family because he didn't want to look bad in front of peoples' eyes so he was there for at least the
birth of his baby
[08:24] < quantificationq> he held my right hand and with his left, held my so-called brother's hand as we walked down the hospital hallway made of very nice wooden floor
[08:24] < quantificationq> and he said we're going to go see your new sister
[08:25] < quantificationq> when we got to the outside of the room, he opened the sliding door and said, "look, there's your sister." and I was lookingn at the nurses and all the babies in the incubators and
wondering who what where???
[08:25] < quantificationq> I don't know which baby was my sister
[08:25] < quantificationq> *looking
[08:26] < quantificationq> how does he know, too? that was the first time seeing my so-called sister
[08:26] < quantificationq> what did he see that I didn't see
[08:26] < quantificationq> I was looking and looking all over
[08:26] < quantificationq> granted, I was maybe a foot and a half tall at the time
[08:26] < quantificationq> I could've been taller had I had some high heels at the time
[08:28] < quantificationq> anyone could walk in and walk out with the baby. the incubators were not behind a glass window
[08:29] < quantificationq> we were standing right by the doorway entrance and the babies were about 7 feet away from where we stood
[08:29] < quantificationq> there were more babies than nurses
[08:29] < quantificationq> the incubators were lined up in a row
[08:36] < quantificationq> I just realized my sister had been switched at birth, too, just like me
[08:36] < quantificationq> my so-called parents must have had a baby boy and the government felt that that boy should go to a different family
[08:36] < quantificationq> that's why my so-called father said "You were supposed to be a boy!"
[08:37] < quantificationq> because the government had a lot of power when it came to who had sons
[08:37] < quantificationq> because girls in Japan were considered worth crap
[08:37] < quantificationq> and my so-called parents already had one son and someone in the government felt they didn't deserve to have 2 sons
[08:38] < quantificationq> because my so-called mother was adopted into the family
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[08:38] < quantificationq> so she had no say in the matter even though she was a mother of her children
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[08:40] < quantificationq> when my so-called sister and I would ask my so-called mother about who her real parents were, she would say the government seals the information so there's no way to find out
[08:40] < quantificationq> it's been so many years
[08:41] < quantificationq> who knows if our real parents are even still alive
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[08:42] < quantificationq> but even if girls are considered crap, for some reason, My Grandfather always held my hand with a lot of Pride and treated me like a Royal Princess
[08:44] < quantificationq> My Grandfather was my mentor and father figure and still is and ALWAYS in ALL WAYS WILL BE FOR AS LONG AS I LIVE.
[08:45] < quantificationq> but the process to separate me from My Grandfather started when I was around 4 or early part of when I was 5 years old
[08:47] < quantificationq> when my so-called parents got an apartment through some kind of housing lottery and we moved to a different town far for a little girl to be away from her loving Grandfather
[08:47] < quantificationq> I felt so out of place in that new neighborhood I felt so alone
[08:48] < quantificationq> there were lots of other children in the neighborhood but I didn't feel like I belonged
[08:48] < quantificationq> I wanted to be with My Grandfather
[08:48] < quantificationq> so any chance I had to go see My Grandfather, I would go
[08:50] < quantificationq> even if it was having my so-called mother to have me dropped off near My Grandfather's house that he built himself because he was an Architect. The house has long been torn down
carelessly because my so-called aunt doesn't understand quality. my so-called aunt and my so-called cousins used to go through so many expensive clothes and after they wore them
once or twice, they'd burn them instead of giving them away to someone
[08:52] < quantificationq> because they inherited the $500,000.00 from the death of my so-called grandmother, none of which were split with my so-called mother or the other adopted brother, Yukitoshi. My
Grandfather adopted him because the family Yukitoshi-ojisan came from didn't have enough money to feed him and they had already lost their mother
[08:54] < quantificationq> One night, My Grandfather felt there was something wrong so he went to check on that family and saw the older sister walking back and forth along a bridge trying to console baby
Yukitoshi-ojisan because he was still a baby and had not had anything to eat and was crying so much she didn't want to wake anybody so she had to pick a place where no one was in
the middle of the night
[08:55] < quantificationq> and that night, My Grandfather decided he had to bring baby Yukitoshi-ojisan back with him and raise him to give some relief to his family so they would have a chance to survive
themselves. baby Yukitoshi-ojisan was already turning blue when My Grandfather brought him back - on the brink of death from starvation
[08:57] < quantificationq> I did such a horrible thing when I was a little girl after we had moved to America. my so-called mother used to tell me a lot of these sad stories and a lot of war stories and I
said "mom, why do you keep repeating all these sad stories. we're no longer at war. we don't have to worry about it." and my so-called mother stopped telling us these valuable
stories when I was around 7 or 8 years old
[08:58] < quantificationq> and now when we ask her about the past, it's very difficult for her to speak of it
[08:58] < quantificationq> my so-called sister would find herself frustrated trying to get answers/information about the past from our so-called mother and I told my so-called sister one day, "silk flowers"
[09:00] < quantificationq> I noticed that when my so-called mother would see silk flowers in a restaurant, all the memories of the past rush back to her and she would open up and tell me things I didn't even
know. The silk flowers remind her of her childhood because she used to have to make thousands of them to help make some money for her family and use some of it for herself to buy
materials to handcraft a doll or more flowers for herself. she woul
[09:01] < quantificationq> and nowadays, when she gets some tedious job testing digital memory cards, she would say they get paid 25 cents for each working memory card........
[09:01] < quantificationq> TWENTY FIVE FREAKING CENTS
[09:02] < quantificationq> does anyone even realize how difficult and all the work that is involved in testing each memory card
[09:02] < quantificationq> so many different brand names that need to be sorted that take hours because there are thousands
[09:03] < quantificationq> having to buy these little plastic baggies for each one of them to keep the dust away
[09:03] < quantificationq> that my mother and her friend has to supply themselves
[09:03] < quantificationq> and they have to run each one through this gadget that tests it to see if it's working using their electricity
[09:04] < quantificationq> my mother's eyesight is getting worse and worse. she's had glaucoma for many years now
[09:04] < quantificationq> and Sears always sold us these stupid glasses which we can't even see from
[09:04] < quantificationq> their glasses made both my parents need bifocals and it's happening now to me, too.
[09:04] < quantificationq> why is it that we have to keep removing our glasses to see
[09:05] < quantificationq> when hardly anyone else seem to have this problem?
[09:05] < quantificationq> and Dr. Lubin of Refuah Health Center never would give me the right prescription for my eyes. it would always be blurry when he would say it's ok
[09:05] < quantificationq> and I would wonder why...
[09:05] < quantificationq> why can't you give me sharper vision
[09:06] < quantificationq> I never had this problem when I had glasses made of glass. lasted me 7 years. the ones from Sears gave me blurry vision right from the start
[09:06] < quantificationq> so I didn't go back to get new ones made for a few years because I didn't want to run into the same salesperson who I had to put up with who was only concerned about making profit
[09:07] < quantificationq> but again, they failed me
[09:07] < quantificationq> my so-called family came to America on March 17, 1973. I lost my job after complaining about racial discrimination in the workplace on March 17, 1999
[09:08] < quantificationq> our family dog Hanna - flower in Japanese - passed away on June 20, 1988. the day I moved back in with my family after having tried to continue living on my own after losing the
job was June 20, 2002
[09:09] < quantificationq> Hanna lived a long life but she deserved better. it was our first dog, well, my so-called sister's dog. I never had a pet of my own in my life.
[09:09] < quantificationq> Hanna-chan lived 14 years.
[09:10] < quantificationq> she didn't get the best foods. she ate people food because we couldn't afford to buy the proper dog foods
[09:10] < quantificationq> and we didn't know about properly training a dog so we'd end up hitting her a lot :(
[09:11] < quantificationq> she finally succumbed to cancer and we didn't have the money to take her to the veterinarian to ease her pain and suffering
[09:11] < quantificationq> I couldn't be there with her even though my mother and sister called to say Hanna-chan doesn't have long to live
[09:13] < quantificationq> because my need to find true love was too strong
[09:14] < quantificationq> I endured so much to find love all my life
[09:14] < quantificationq> even beaten, raped
[09:14] < quantificationq> always screwed over in the end
[09:15] < quantificationq> this society has always tried to get rid of me
[09:15] < quantificationq> and even as recent as Monday, March 28, 2011, 2 Police Officers came to grab me at my apartment where I was trying to enjoy my day minding my own business not causing anyone any
problems
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[09:17] < quantificationq> to throw me into the Robert Yeager mental institution not far from here to have me overdosed on meds I don't even need to make me black out so that I could be raped and beaten for
witnessing the drug and other corrupt activities that have been going on around here as a punishment/retaliation, and eventually have my body discarded somewhere out in the fields
[09:18] < quantificationq> like the other 4 ladies who are being portrayed as having been prostitutes. they weren't prostitutes but they were gang banged so they looked like prostitutes
[09:19] < quantificationq> and the corruption in the Police and Sheriff's Department is so deep they have been getting away with MURDER FOR SO MANY YEARS
[09:20] < quantificationq> any time I try to do the RIGHT THING, all the criminals in the neighborhood find out about it and they retaliate so I turn to you to HELP ME RIGHT THE WRONGS and NO ONE GIVES A
DAMN
[09:21] < quantificationq> the criminals have been burglarizing my home when I'm not here and they were going to rape me here after they filled up my apartment with noxious fumes which I smelled in my
bedroom that knocked me out
[09:22] < quantificationq> but they realized I didn't bathe because the water is so contaminated I can't even bathe in it so they moved onto Plan B - throw me into the mental institution where I would be
able to take a shower with clean water
[09:22] < quantificationq> because they thought I'd be dying to take a shower by then after going weeks without bathing
[09:23] < quantificationq> but they thought wrong
[09:23] < quantificationq> because even if I took a shower at the mental institution, I didn't wash myself down there because NO ONE HAS ANY BUSINESS BEING DOWN THERE WITHOUT MY PERMISSION
[09:24] < quantificationq> the hoodlums who "work" at the mental institution from the receptionist, to the nurses, to the doctors knew how the meds work on the "patients" who didn't even belong there because
most of them have said they don't know why they were brought there when I overheard a conversation when I was being checked in
[09:29] < quantificationq> those hoodlums putting women's beatings and rapes on places like Fakebook and enjoying their deviancies
[09:30] < quantificationq> there were even cameras located behind the toilet so I went to the bathroom with the lights off. I always do that anyway because I always prepare myself for the worst case
scenario and one of the things I would do is try to do things if I ever lost my sight completely
[09:31] < quantificationq> and when the so-called "Dr." Yoon (Young?) came to see me in the room I was assigned, someone whispered something to him and he was startled about it so much that he blurted out
"POOR HYGIENE?????" as he looked at me
[09:31] < quantificationq> and I thought why would he care about my hygiene
[09:31] < quantificationq> if you know what I mean
[09:31] < quantificationq> because he wants the rapes to happen
[09:32] < quantificationq> and it didn't happen to me even after they forced an injection into me after they grabbed me and threw me into the blue padded room and bruised me up
[09:32] < quantificationq> and knocked me unconscious
[09:33] < quantificationq> but I did ask for a rape test kit in case something may have happened. I was having my period at the time and it's difficult to tell if one has been raped or not if a woman's
having a period
[09:34] < quantificationq> but I noticed a round circle stain on my pad which is unusual because I haven't had intercourse since March 1999 when my fiance at the time broke up with me
[09:34] < quantificationq> and I don't know if a penis was forced inside me or some other cylindrical object
[09:34] < quantificationq> while I was unconscious
[09:35] < quantificationq> I asked for a rape test kit to be done the next evening after I contemplated all day whether I may have been raped or not
[09:36] < quantificationq> the nurse called the so-called "Dr." Kai into the room I was assigned in and I asked for a rape test kit and he said I'd have to wait until morning. [REALLY????? SO THE EVIDENCE
MIGHT BE LOST?]
[09:36] < quantificationq> the next morning, someone handed me a urine test cup but Mark, one of the hoodlums who supposed "work" there snatched it out of my hands
[09:36] < quantificationq> saying I don't need it. I said why would someone hand it to me if I didn't need it?
[09:37] < quantificationq> because he knew what goes on there
[09:37] < quantificationq> he's part of it
[09:37] < quantificationq> I didn't even use the orange-ish reddish soap they provide as a "body/hair wash" because it's the type that would wash away all DNA evidence
[09:38] < quantificationq> but someone called the ambulance to have me transferred to Good Samaritan Hospital to have a rape test kit done
[09:38] < quantificationq> and I held my urine inside all day I was busting but I didn't want to lose any evidence
[09:39] < quantificationq> 2 nurses showed up. the first nurse explained everything that she was going to do according to procedure. she saw all the urine I put in the cup she couldn't believe it. I was
disappointed when she told me that they wouldn't need to test it as long as they had the DNA test kit done
[09:39] < quantificationq> *rape test kit
[09:40] < quantificationq> one of the female assistants from the mental institution who accompanied me told me to wipe my vagina down with the alcohol wipes and I thought to myself "Is she kidding me? And
kill all the evidence????? Does she think I'm that stupid?"
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[09:41] < quantificationq> that was before I filled the urine cup of course
[09:41] < quantificationq> so I pretended to use the alcohol wipes in case they check the waste basket later
[09:41] < quantificationq> I hate using anything alcohol related
[09:41] < quantificationq> but I wiped my thighs
[09:42] < quantificationq> to make it look like I used it
[09:43] < quantificationq> even though the first nurse told me they won't be testing the urine, I think she told me that so I would tell the assistant from the mental institution who accompanies that and not
give away any clue that it will be tested
[09:43] < quantificationq> because somehow the nurse knew the rape test kit will be lost by the Sheriff who also accompanied me to the hospital
[09:44] < quantificationq> because I have not to this day received any test results from anywhere
[09:44] < quantificationq> *because I have not, to this day,
[09:44] < quantificationq> because some of the hospital workers are also involved in the criminal cover ups
[09:45] < quantificationq> I asked you all to help me. help a girl living in poverty whose family abandoned her and moved far away
[09:45] < quantificationq> after they pulled the foundation from under my feet
[09:45] < quantificationq> and no one cares
[09:46] < quantificationq> how can anyone care about some anonymous girl on the internet
[09:46] < quantificationq> the criminals know this so they will continue to get away with whatever they're planning to do next and I would have to fight for my life to thwart their plans no matter what they
throw at me
[09:47] < quantificationq> they know I have no support system
[09:47] < quantificationq> I live alone. no one visits me.
[09:47] < quantificationq> I don't allow my very few genuine friends I have to ever visit me because this area is so crime infested I don't want them to be the next targets
[09:48] < quantificationq> but no one has any backbone to help me
[09:48] < quantificationq> ignore me
[09:48] < quantificationq> ./ignore quantificationq
[09:48] < quantificationq> my cries for help
[09:49] < quantificationq> just HOPE that your loved ones will not endure the same fate one day because they will eventually get around to it
[09:50] < quantificationq> all I'm asking is for someone to acknowledge my existence and say I'm worth IT
[09:50] < quantificationq> but you'd all rather look the other way and pretend I don't exist
[09:51] < quantificationq> if you can't care about a nobody, there's no HOPE for the World
[09:52] < quantificationq> used, abused, beaten, raped, sodomized, fucked over, no boyfriend/husband/significant other, no children
[09:53] < quantificationq> I leave behind nothing
[09:53] < quantificationq> I don't even know who my real parents are