LOL "All of them. All of them are in it together.""

"Trust no one. Some are meant to leave your life."

 

It really is hard to trust in this situation.

 

I feel like I should put on a straight jacket,

go to a corner of a room

and rock myself back and forth.

 

But whatever come my way,

I move forward.

 

And if you were in my path.

Abusing me.

 

To the best of my ability.

I will fuck you up.

 

I certainly hope that isn't the girls.

 

But girls.

If you are misleading me,

don't do that.

The kindest thing you can do,

in this situation is not join their abuse,

but to let me go.

 

 

Strangest thing is that,

when I imagine that all my girls are gone,

and this was fraud.

Somehow something in me stirs,

and there is this anchor in the back of my mind rising,

and that is how can i put this,

"creativity" or access to it.

I feel it.

So what is the difference in that scenario,

and this? That despair sets the person into focus?

Madness turning into purpose?

Pain into meaning?

I don't know.

But strange ey?

And no.

Don't fucking try and exploit that and gaslight me

because I said it.

 

Don't take lightly they gaslighting me authorities.

These people who is there torture me.

And finding it entertaining.

That was the root of all this evil.

And from there, they believed they can exploit.

And from exploitation, they believed they can get away with framing.

It got stronger and stronger.

And you may just dismiss all that as a 'prank'.

After however many years of my suffering, enduring dangers.

Enduring their endless attacks before the law, without full confession.

And you don't call that a prank.

It is an attempt.