And once again, we are still stuck in this stupid situation because of one person who doesn’t want to do anything to help us or our families because he would rather be sleeping with whoever he can get his hands on or however much money he can get from my purse or whatever he can get to his own hands on that’s someone else’s.. all while he’s being completely useless, completely out of touch with reality & his own personal needs, while he beats the entire world up to a very serious level.
And I don’t want to be anywhere near him anymore, he is very much a part of this group and messed up situation I am trying so desperately to keep away from at the moment. I don’t have any issues at all with any other people accept him. His people are okay with me & thought I could help with this with him but I can’t help him either.
He’s legit stolen my entire life, all of my accounts, all of the stuff I need and had wanted, all the things I needed to do the right things that were supposed to help everyone that had been there for me, where in the fuck is it all going?! Who on this planet would ever need any more money than this?! Insane.
I’d rather be in a place where I can get my own things for my own needs than be stuck in a house full of people who are praying on my life. It’s weird to me that I still can’t even get anything I need or want to better my own life and health. These people are completely insane and it’s sickening how everyone legit follows their lies about everything and gets through the security of the country to make sure I die a slow painful death rather than help me get through this nightmare of being a victim of a criminal who was using me as a pawn, a race to their own. Which now is very very sad for the rest of the world who had been robbed by them for years now because they were trying to help the people who lost their life to this country. Fuck you all.
I still to this day do not even understand or know the true story behind why this happened to me, why I was a target while I was legit just trying to be a mother and create a family that was different to what I had been raised in. That’s not even a bad choice of wordage as I am not putting them down, but rather trying to use the lessons taken

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