Collecting, gaming, reading, always learning, meeting and talking to new people whenever possible, treating hobo.street people as humans, talking to people (its INSANE how anti-social people can be, especially if they're the types with insane social media activity, crazy.), adding to my non-stop always growing giant list of great television/film (I always feel super autismic when this occurs to me, lol, but I've never loved any girlfriend/idea of relationships/need as much as my love of T.V./film is. People who need a s.o. appear ..weak?? to me, I don't understand the need for intimacy/partnerships... jerk off or buy a escort, just seems hella simpler to me, lol.), everything I enjoy, BOOM!!
SO! Back before that enormous brain fart of mine I was saying I just finished moving into my new apartment home. Feeling amazing, unpacking and making it feel like it's MINE. Until I notice I'm missing the 5 most important boxes, everything I still own that means everything to me, my newly purchased PS4 and entire action figure collection. All gone. My older faggot complete loser of a brother's the only possible thief. No way to find/contact him because he's a transient, homeless, phone less pile of crazy shit. I don't even feel guilty saying that now, if it was anyone else I would, but not J. I told my sister's not to bring him, I didn't need his help moving, they didn't listen and look what fucking happens? $10,000+ collection all fucking gone. Family thinks it was a "waste" and I had no idea about value/investment/spending wisely..... Even after all the proof and purchases/sales of mine/others, after I told them they were gone they didn't understand. "Why are you so mad? You just lost some toys". I could kill them all, fuckers are the reason I got so heavy into opiates years ago funny enough, all their bullshit, all their problems, always making themselves #1/victim/whatever situation dictated.
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