"I'm trying to piss him off," Lori says every single day of her life to other people about me. Can you imagine how little I care about her? It's not even annoying any longer...it's way past that point with her. She's regressed into her drug addiction so far now that I have to listen to some childish adult predator trying to relive her "glory days" when she was a 15 year old punk bitch running around trying to find some druggie kids to beat me up because I'm gay. She's so regretfully embarrassing. She's so pitiful lately that it takes every ounce of my intelligence to simply not think back a reply to her predictable behavior.
Nobody wants to hear her. Nobody cares about what she has to say or what "version" of her story she has come up with this day. She's obviously searching for some reason to have been as miserable a person as she's been. I don't have the kind of time for this little child any longer. She needs a babysitter and a lot of time in prison.
She has so much to say about me and my family, who she does not know, and then she turns around and acts like she would never say the things she's said to lots of people. I think she's some kind of schizophrenic freak. She honestly believes that she can convince anyone to do what she tells them. They need to know what she has done to me physically to understand why that is such a bad idea. If any of them knew that she had tried so many times to kill me, they would never stay silent.
She's a freak...I want nothing to do with her or her brother.
