Cyberwar and Third Graders

One of the "Grandma's" laughs over the phone when I try to talk to her about the hacking and the cyberwar[e] that has landed on my laptop.

The only people I talk to about it are the very people I'm wanting to avoid. The only people who read about my struggles and pain are the people who probably delight in my anguish.

IF you publish the truth, the truth stays out there.

"I am tired." I write over and over again. One of the aliens will inevitably write back nO. OR d.

You once of them writes many times. You. d

The worst is when they lie about other people . When they lie about him. I hate that. d. When they lie even about the General, who I don't know personally at all, but I can imagine him. THey lie.
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They deleted my writing. d

Theuy act like third graders. Lying about each other. I buy into it because a) you hope there's some intell in the mix of counterintelligence. b) I have nothing else to work with and c) even lies tell a story.

I add to this, of course. ON purpose . It has not been my shining moment in life. Screaming and yelling over the phgone, when I haven't lost my temper twice in a single year. Until now. d. I got sucked into the game, thinking they must have hacked in for a reason! To tell me somethign!

My writing is shit. "Panther" at least was good material. This is shit. d. Hackering has ruined my state of mind to where I can write. d. Interference has made it impossible to focus to be able to write.

Hacking has essentially fucked up my whole life. d People don't understand that. They live in a world where it could never happen to think., I like "thank" "think." NO. I meant "them." LIke rape. OR any serious crime. YOu can't write like the c victim. Lord knows! Don't give them the satisfaction. Have you been on the phones lately? The "RAndy's" are all pissy and whiny too! We can't just stop, Lacey, they want to say. WE can't. Meh.

I cried. ON the phone. Over Howard. They hate that more. You should cry obver someone who's real~! They say. Who existed!

I lost my temper. AGain. Told the "RAndy" that he was a fucking asshole. IN TXT-message. I save that word for special occasions. You look at yourself, and see a monster. YO uare becoming a monster. You need help, not that help, the other kind of help.

"You told me he didn't exist!"

What the fuck?? ARe we in a time warp? Or something? I'm thinking. Howard...cries. dd

If you're ever in a combat situation. NO. Shhh. This is quality stuff. Yo u should get on the phone, and ask the person, "DO YOU KNOW WHO YOU'RE TALKING TO?" REally loud and mean. And then growl--

When the person acts surprised and pauses.

You pounce. LIke a giant cat. "a. YOU DON'T KNOW, DO YOU? IF YOU DON'T KNOW WHO YOU'RE TALKING TO. WE JUST SHOULDN'T TALK ANYMORE. "

When he/she is stunned into fear and shock, you continue. It works. Tried. True.

If you do that, if it's done to you, and someone hacks into your phone line,

you don't laugh. As much .