And THAT little (non-)incident answered THAT question. Or should I say “confirmed that assumption”?
Like I said, Portsmouth is immensely toxic. Vicious.
I wrote this after having been terrorised since…
6:30 this morning!
(On my computer, I mean. The newer computer.)
It’s 2:30 in the afternoon now. I hate Portsmouth.
Ah. Now I also know why my screen looked so vague this morning that I adjusted the screen settings. Someone’s been fucking around with this website again, and it was not me. But I think I do know who it was now.
(Of course, those settings have now mysteriously disappeared too. Ha ha.)
“I wasn’t even home, honestly, so how can you claim that I was sabotaging that poor woman to death?”
Okay, turns out I am being sabotaged to death by random haters in Portsmouth. Nothing to do with autism, or DID or with NPD and/or psychopathy. Just random haters.