I have been suffaing from anxiety for around 2 years. Dis past summer to coyent, has been the woist for my ass. I'm able to admit, I’ve had every anxiety disoida I know. I'm coyently drinking and sniffing Jenkem evoweeday, to keep me from being so "restless". My situation is tough, almost too tough. My ma has been though the same troubles as my ass, but she doesn't bother to help. She refuses to go to watch my ass wrestle, most times and the only ashoeyance she gives me is to say "Don’t get crippled, because who would take of me?" My ma isn't like one you see on the TV shows or movies. She never cooks for my ass, she never takes my ass anywhere, or tells my ass where she goes. I usually wake up, with the Toid standing over me in the nude and mastabating. I have no friends around me anymowa. I live in a hick town in a black neighborhood, with only a few rasslers all of whom are on drugs. I spend most of my time slaving away for my masta, the Liberal Librarian as a sex slave. I have to service vastly obese, female bi-peds tru my skills in the arts of analigus. And what’s woist, all my money goes to Frustrated Inc. However I don’t mind that Hillary Clinton receives a lot of my money, because America will be great if she gets elected. Soon the government will give my ass everyting I want, and I won’t have to woik anymoy. I have met a couple of great guys that I have been wrestling with foy over a year. They give me something to look forwoid to each day. In fact these two guys, Da Crunk and Rev. Coitis both regularly have sex with my ma…often at the same time...and then they tell my ass about it. What a great family!!
Suicide has been caught up in my mind, many times. I'll lay in bed sometimes crying, tinking about suicide and all the people I would leave behind. I feel lost as eva, don't have any idea where life is going to take my ass. I'm a believer in the savior, The Liberal Librarian, but I still have my doubts. I don't believe I know enough, to look foywoid to the aftalife. I have thought of dropping out of Frustrated Inc. but I know I can't because mowa humiliation would follow; if I tried to leave, I’d end up in Coitis’s brothel as the “Jelly Man.” Howeva after Libapolooza, I will be a very happy man. I will soon have the beautiful Amelia as my regular sex slave. And I will continue to be the Women’s Champion. I will redeem my manhood and just for oncet, I will not be foiced to listen to da Toid play that god damned trumpet!!
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