I suppose it's kind of symbolic of my life... general trajectory and all... always had flies, but now it seems there's these that crawl all over too, among others...
I was always messy that piled rubbish sometimes happened, outside of bins... but ever since a whole institution declared war on me (as described in other threads) and even decided to stop collecting rubbish like I thought such an institution was for (but no, apparently it's there only to harass others... using the rubbish it refuses to collect as a pretext, of course, what else)... well, my problem has become much worse, as effectively I have about 4 years' worth of rubbish inside, whether loose or in bags (about 30 of those)... yay for f u c king governments that never change and are seemingly going to be replaced by goddamn clones, I guess... isn't it, though, the most ironic thing that they blame me for the rubbish? They even called me a hoarder! As if I'm in love with it or some nonsense! Would be hilarious if they weren't threatening my annihilation! One of the people I told this story to (I ended up having to phone those organizations aimed at suicidal people... guess they haven't invented ones for those whose lives could be snuffed out not because of their own ideation, but due to society's utter psychopathy)... suggested I attempt some sort of murder campaign for the insects? "You know, they never did anything absolutely terrible to me, and landing on me isn't exactly the equivalent of murderous institutions... so, yeah, if I could spray goddamn councils and governments I would, but absolutely no other life"... is basically what I said...