No one is stalking me except you.  

The paranoia is overwhelming.  It's part of your dis ease.  

You're mad you broke what you consider a toy and you see someone else picking it up...not really, in actuality he was and is being simply decent to me, just decent...and you think we're boning?  That's a you problem, not a me problem.  You are a gigantic enabler, I should have cut you loose when you were letting Jay drink and cleaning up his puke in your home.  

I don't need a babysitter.  I don't know what happened to you in your childhood or what, that makes you trust legit nobody with their own lives but...whew...yeah, I don't need a damn thing from you.  Again, you had 9 months to tell me everything, and you did.  Two hundred times.  I got it all.  Anything you say you got that I need is BULL...SHIT...

And Matt deserves to know what type of person you are.  You're spiritually abusing him, too.  And when he figures out that you hide behind GOD, then what?  Buh-bye.  You have no fruits.  Where are they?  
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You have to GO to cities in order to speak with people, they won't take your calls, they don't call you, what have you got, exactly?  A bunch of Blurt pieces and hives with timestamps for things NOBODY understands but you???

That's the 'proof' you have for Matt that you're a prophet?  Other than that you obsessively read the bible.  I don't know, everything about you just screams addiction and control.  Like...get...help...