Well, I finally got fired from my job as a DSP-Caregiver at Sevita-California Mentor. It was only a matter of time as a “Chosen” everybody hates you secretly on the down-low and would love to see you fall flat on your face for no reason other than you are better than them. Maybe in the sports world competition is a welcome thing but in the real-world people don’t want to compete they want to eliminate the competition and since I am viewed as the enemy by everybody, might as well eliminate myself right? By attempting to fabricate complaints to have me dismissed from my position? My last check from Sevita-California Mentor was just a measly 479 dollars. Nobody cares about me, not my family, not anyone. It's just me, and I need to take care of myself. I blocked my family's numbers because they haven't called or visited me since last year, which was a painful experience. It wasn’t a real visit to see how I was doing but more of an examination of whether I was suffering because I didn’t have my evil mother to depend on. Mother, how do you like my apartment? Huh? How do you like it? I hate you! I won't be there when you die or when you're dying. I don’t care about inheritance or anything you have never been there for me ever, so I am about 90 percent sure you won’t ever give me inheritance either. Sadly, someone like me will die alone with no one to call a friend or family but that is the sad reality of someone who is “Chosen”. You have no support or help, and only God to turn to. I looked at my budget earlier and it looks like I won’t be able to afford my expenses for the next few months and must find a job asap. I will maybe take a break for a month or so and then find a job. It has become clear that my presence is not valued. In future employment, I will maintain a professional distance from colleagues. I know they all hate me. When you are one with God then the world hates you and your family turns its back on you. Until we meet again, farewell. Mahalo!