By Someone Who’s Just Had Enough
It’s supposed to be Holy Week. A time of reflection. A time of peace.
But all I can think is: Welcome to Hell.
Because that’s what life feels like right now—a never-ending loop of madness, manipulation, and survival in a society that’s lost its mind.
Twisted Roads and Crooked Systems
Every step I take in life—every goal, every dream, every action—gets twisted before I even begin.
I’m not walking a straight path. I’m unraveling knots someone else tied just to block the way.
And it’s never just bad luck. It’s a design. A system.
You know it’s not you.
You feel it when you finally meet normal people.
The kind you can talk to without tension.
Plan a life with.
Laugh with.
Live with.
Until then, it’s Hell.
A place where nothing is normal.
Where madness is reality.
And where evil doesn’t even need a reason to exist.
My Stalker, My Doctor, and the Madness in Between
This week? My stalker followed me. All the way to my doctor’s office.
He’s banned from following me—yet here we are.
Now he just calls. Every single time I speak to my doctor.
And no, it’s not the first time.
How sick do you have to be to not understand boundaries?
Let people live.
Let people heal.
But in this broken society, that level of sickness is just another Tuesday.
Morning Coffee, Tattooed Shadows, and Bad Guys at Sunrise
I tried to have a peaceful morning.
In the neighborhood, we know who’s who.
Even the dealers don’t show up before 9 a.m.
But this morning? I sipped my coffee and saw him.
Black clothes. Tattoos. Too early to be nothing.
If he’s not one of the bad guys, then who the hell is he?
I’m so tired of feeling watched.
Spies and Masterpieces in Disguise
Just when I thought the day had drained me dry, I saw my two spies.
One was a masterpiece.
From the face mask to the posture to the shoes—an art form.
She fooled almost everyone. He gave himself away with the eyes.
Elegant. Precise. Intelligent.
Do they still make spies like this? Or have the robots already taken over?
And the second?
She broke my heart.
I saw her fear.
I saw her brilliance.
In seconds, I watched her build a whole character from scratch—by reading the space, the people, the moment.
Genius in motion.
She wasn’t just working. She was dancing her hair in danger.
Refusing to Dance with the Devil
I could’ve played the game too.
I could’ve twisted back a power play from a local government agency that’s too drunk on its own ego.
But I didn’t.
I chose not to fight stupidity with strength.
Why waste my soul on people who think they’re powerful just because they’ve hijacked a broken system?
I’m a Nurse. I Know What Real Battles Look Like.
There’s always a reason to fight.
And I do.
I fight for lives. I fight for care. I fight for humanity.
That’s it.
Everything else?
TO HELL WITH YOU.
This Holy Week, Wake Up.
Stop letting dirty games become the new normal.
Because every time we let evil play its games, we sacrifice real people.
Genuine lives get destroyed. We’re destroying the goodness of this world because we let madness consider it self “normal”.
This Holy Week, I’m begging you—
STOP the games.
PROTECT people.
CHANGE society.
