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Saturday 17 February 2018

❤️ 10th September 2016 - Journal

I don’t want to eat anymore. I need thinness. I want to see bones. The less disgusting fat I have, the less hurt I will have. It’s almost like it’s similar to cannabis or benzos. Fat solvable, and the more fat I have, the longer it will take me to rid my body from the sadness.

I have not one person who truly understands. This is sad. I long to spliff my memories, feelings, questions, to someone who will not only not judge me, but believe me.

Then, they’ll hug me... most likely wiping the tears from my eyes. As the more they listen and believe, the more I disclose. The more I disclose, the more I wish for the life and family I once had. The more I wish, the more my heart aches, reliving the abuse. The more I relive the abuse, the more I want to die.

It’s almost an instinct to run to your mummy. For a split second I feel the urge. Then sadness engulfs me as I remember, it’s my mummy who is doing this.

I long to return to a heavy addiction, which would not only numb my pain, but also serve as a diet aid, allowing me to return to my slim physique.

Drugs not only stop me eating when I’m consuming them, but they also shut up the negative voice. The one who wants me dead. I recon she’s formed an alliance with my family. I hate her. She’s driving me to suicide. Right now I’m very close.

I MUST NOT EAT!

I feel weird today... like I could die any moment. Normally this would be welcomed, but Orion is here right now, purring on my lap. So, this makes me change my determined suicidal thoughts. Although I’m aware they’re getting stronger and stronger.

Today, with R***, I came to the conclusion I am NOT addicted to drugs. My addiction lies with self distraction. 

We spoke about if this drug wasn’t available, what would I do. My replies simply gave substitute after substitute, until we had exhausted drugs. 

When that option was no longer available, my thoughts turned to starvation and self harm. 

R*** came to the conclusion I simply wanted to destroy my life. We already know the catalyst for this behaviour. It stems from always feeling inadequate as a child. 

I wish everyone was like R***. I wish they understood my problens runs much deeper than just taking drugs and getting high. 

My problem is not being good enough. Never achieving perfection. No respite from the negative thoughts in my head.

Drugs give me peace from this negativity, which will ultimately kill me. Starving myself also achieves this. 

I want to get so thin I vanish.

My dad just told me I was on.....

2018 - UPDATE - Unfortunately, like many things my family deem not to be permitted in my life, the rest of this diary entry, and the diary, cannot be found.

Or should I say my ‘psychosis’. Yeah, unlike regular, it loves destroying my written memories of our crazy adventures... almost like it’s real or something... hmmmm

❤️ 15th September 2016 - Journal

Well after more than a few days with hardly any sleep, and the subsequent ‘psychosis’ which I only experience at night, when Sir Cunt-a-Lot is in bed, I finally managed to stop my ‘psychotic’ symptoms.

Just like with opiate withdrawal, I simply Googled ‘olanzapine withdrawal symptoms’ and upon zooming in on ‘insomnia’ ta-da! Psychosis has stopped.

It appears that proving to my erratic psychosis that I may have insomnia for reasons other than doing drugs, it stops.

I don’t know why the sickos do it. I’m under constant surveillance. They can rewind their stupid recording and see I’ve been sat in bed for 4 hours, watching TV, at  most, smoking a spliff, having a drink or popping a benzo (when I could have them).

They can see I’ve certainly not been on stimulants all night.
Finally, they KNOW I HAVE ADHD! They even made a point of telling me I was a poor sleeper as a baby / child.  They’re aware now, this is likely due to my disability, I still have my disability... just if I display any symptoms they don’t like, I’m subjected to their sick abuse.

Nice family eh?? Making me suffer because I had a disability, which results in me struggling to sleep.

Akin to giving a wheel chair user a whack for not standing up!

So sad though. The time, money and energy spent on negativity versus the time, money and energy spent of positivity, shows their true colours.

They are nasty people. 

❤️ 14th September 2016 - Journal

Ate 1000 calories today. The ice cream fucked me up. 300 cals. Although this is super good for me. I can easily do a whole tub in one sitting.

Got 5 hours sleep yesterday. I managed to get my hands on a real Zopiclone (not these fake BS tablets, which I take with so much anticipation, only to still be wide awake, 2 hours later. The absence of heavy limbs is a major give away!), so slept from 12am - 3.30am.

Now, I’m wide awake. And subsequently I’ve eaten an apple with yoghurt. That’s another 100 calories. I feel gross. I cannot have breakfast tomorrow now.

At the moment, antipsychotic withdrawal is killing me. I can’t sleep, and my anxiety is off the chance. I find myself drinking earlier and earlier in the day, desperate to escape the depression, anxiety and attempt to sooth my almost manic behaviour enabling me to sleep.

But I cannot stay on these God awful tablets for ever. We all know my psychosis never existed. I must be the only human who takes antipsyches and still has psychosis!!!

Joys of the nasty, negative, detrimental, soul destroying behaviour actually existing!

But, bar calming me down, which was beneficial when I was banging up speed all day, every day, they don’t do anything positive, bar assist with sleep.

They numb me, I’ve lost my spark... whilst I do not feel the sadness to the extent I should, neither do I feel happiness and joy like I used to.

The quieten down my ADHD... I like my ADHD. It’s mostly, a super power, if utilised correctly.

And then you have the appetite increase! Even when I was super strict with regards to diet and exercise, I’d never dip below 9 stone.

I’ve lost count of the number of times I wake up covered in crumbs. Sometimes I have vague memories of getting food, as if it was a dream. Then I see the empty rappers and / or plates. 

The weight gain is the biggest factor in my decision to stop these God damn tablets.

But, whilst they have all the time in the world, to concoct their nasty little plans of what evil abuse to subject me to next, then spend ZERO hours researching the medications I take, their side effects and the effects of withdawal.

And as this is giving me insomnia, and I can’t sleep... well naturally can’t sleep = drugs = commence the bullshit.

Yes... they’re tormenting me... as I’m withdrawing.

They did it when I withdrew from opiates too. Only stopping when I watched a BBC documentary and another addict (codeine, so an acceptable addict), said she was on day 3 with no sleep, to which to said aloud, well aware I was being monitored, ‘see, she’s going through opiate withdrawal and see can’t sleep either!!!’. Then, as if magic, my ‘psychosis’ stopped.

Yes that’s correct, antipsychotics don’t have any effect,  neither does drug use, as it depends whether psychosis is in the mood. Off my tits on ketamine, tripping like fuck... no psychosis. Drinking and knocking down temazepams... no psychosis. Smoking a spliff... psychosis. Go for a few drinks... psychosis.

I’m asking Dr P about how long this horrible, manic, withdrawal will last, but no reply yet. 

I hope soon, I’m using everything and anything in order to get a snippet of respite from how I feel. 

Right, must exercise and starve tomorrow. I will be a size 6-8 again!!

I AM TOO FAT
I MUST NOT EAT
I AM DISGUSTING
I EAT TOO MUCH
I WANT TO BE SO SKINNY I DISAPPEAR 
I WANT TO DIE
I MUST NOT EAT
I MUST DO MORE EXERCISE 
I MUST BE PERFECT


Tuesday 6 February 2018

❤️ Psychosis By Mum and Dad

Here I'll document the actions which my parents have done in an attempt to make me believe I'm psychotic. This is what has been done to me in the last few months (from 2015 - to date). This is the personal wonderland you'll be subjected to if your loved ones decide to create psychosis.

The reason they are doing this, is they they’ve decided although I have ADHD which has resulted in mental health problems and addiction, they feel this is the best way for me to reach sobriety. In reality, it’s only sent my drug use sky rocketing. It’s clear, that when they fuck off and leave me alone, my drug use reduces.

It took one failed detox when the sold my soul to the Sun and started researching ‘psychosis’. No... don’t be silly. They didn’t research ADHD and discover 80% of unmediated adults self medicate. No they didn’t research addiction and realise the average addict takes 8 attempts at rcovery. 

One failed detox and they dropped me. Despite my desperate pleas when their abuse became something I could no longer tolerate due to the severity. Their unbelievable cruel actions. So cruel, NO PROFESSIONAL OR HARDLY ANY OF MY FRIEND’D BELIEVED ME’l.

To the point I was sectioned. But I have over three years of records, diaries, with times and dates. I can guarantee you, when the abuse was happening, they weren’t ‘at’ work. 

I’m getting close to getting the truth out. The only thing I would consider sobriety for. I’ve begged and begged them to be there, telling the truth with me.

At least then they’d have some control overcensorship.

At least at then I could possibly consider rebuilding our relationship.

My bet is.... they’re too ashmed to admit anything that semi resembles the truth.

So here is the list of abuse I’ve remembered to documentate.

1) In order to frighten her into handing over her drugs, pretend she's going to get re-sectioned. 

2) Upon agreeing to take her to collect her supervised script from Boots ensure as many neighbours as possible have Ford Fiesta type cars in their drives. Just like your very own fathers. All in grey, silver or black. Because seeing similar cars is psychosis. (23.04.15)


3) Install CCTV in the Junkie's house and yours. Ensure the human right of privacy is denied. As she becomes aware of this, due to her hearing your reaction to her continuous monologue, watch her use even more and create junkie TV just for your pleasure. We had fabulous episodes such as My Decent To Drug Addiction, My Accidential Overdose, How To Bang Up.








4) Unlike real psychosis, dependent on sleep deprivation, happen whilst sober! Upon waking this will certainly drive her to use. Make sure you're always in the realm of human possibility. 

5) Before stepping up the game, ensure you react to her actions. Junkie bangs up. Cry. Calls you a cunt. Thump. Doesn't use. Say 'oh she didn't use today.

6) When Junkie tells 'Psychosis' AKA the CCTV you've installed she wants 100 cigarettes as she's being forced into a second urgent detox, make sure they appear the next day.



7) Don't slip up by saying 'I know' about the second detox. She hasn't told you about this. She has only told 'psychosis'

8) Stalk / Monitor her by her iPad and iPhone. Even when she's in detox. She won't notice the flashes from her iPad taking photos by itself when she's stone cold sober.



9) Eagerly ask which room is hers when in Springfield. Then ensure you're outside her window a lot of the time.

10) Have her key worker visit you in another borough. Having the same car that she remembers was too big to bang up in won't stir any memories (13/03/15)

11) Get neighbours to look out for her departure so she can be stalked in public. Stick a pretend number 13 on the door. She hasn't known since childhood the roads don't have a number 13 due to superstition (29.03.15).

12) Push up her floor boards, accessing this from her two neighbours houses. If she attempts to seal them, get something to push up the sealant she's just wasted her money on (28.04.15)



13)  Follow her in a park. Wear a very poor disguise. NHS glasses will do. Because you're Clark Kent. Squint or screw up face when in her view. Ignore her cries for you (24.03.15)


15) When home alone, push her letter box, internal door handles, say 'shhh' or cough. I found squirting some blood from my needle stopped the letter box and door handle. Why psychosis is scared of my blood I don't know.


16) Mass stalking is a great option and won't make her take an overdose (it did). And it’s not like she already has mental health problems and what you’re doing is insuring this get worse to the point she can’t leave bear to leave 

17) This one is a great give away to the authenticity. Vanishing gear! Yup, slept with it in pocket, it vanished. Then in bra, vanished. Finally in knickers and it didn't disappear 

18) My gear contaminated its self. Yep on Monday it suddenly started to give me rotting black flesh. 

 


I then cussed psychosis asking did it even research that whatever it had cut my gear with was suitable for intravenous use. Tuesday it changed and no longer created the black flesh. (21/04/15 - 22/04/15)

A junkie would never lose their stash nor contaminate their own gear

My parents tried to blame me and the ethylphenidate. However after a year's experience of intravenous ethylphenidate, I can certainly state it was not the gear. I've never had any rotting flesh or problems until psychosis interfered. I wish I had real psychosis.

19) Hear Fat Cunt (my ex-brother) and Nice But Dim (my ex-sister in law) in neighbours (L***'s) bedroom before a night of 'psychosis'. (25.03.15)

20) See father drive off with a wonky letter 'E' stuck over the original letter 'A' of his number plate (25.03.15)

21) Have neighbour state 'they never meant for it to go this far', but swear she's lying. (25.03.15)

22) See a friend of your mothers leave next door. Upon seeing you she goes to walk back in (like a reaction she couldn't control), then realise how bate she looked and carries on. Pretends to be new neighbour. (24.03.15)

23) Have Unwanted Family Member set off security lights when over 50 feet away. Ensure cars have full beams when in her presence (I have a video I'll upload when using proper not phone internet). Any bright white police lights shone in her face is exactly like psychosis.

24) Have 4x4 cars, trucks and vans play a sound that makes them sound like a helicopter when passing making UFM automatically look up. Doesn't take her long to clock on though. 


Yes what my family has done was really big. The community.. Hounded in central London.. I don't know how. But to pretend it was a figment of my imagination is not only an insult to my intelligence, but due to the sheer scale, impossible. I still hope like an enthusiast puppy that congruency will save the day. One doubts she'll be so lucky.

25) Say to BT you're working from home. Disappear for the day, which happens to be psychosis filled (23.04.15)

26) Be seen driving when you're at work. (24.03.15)

27) Drive your son's car and pretend it's yours. Look dumb when UFM comes across mashed up baby food in the back. Tell her your son's car is exactly the same but white. UFM is pleased as her least favourite (and only) sibling now has to avoid her to keep up this pretence.

6) When Junkie tells 'Psychosis' AKA the CCTV you've installed she wants 100 cigarettes as she's being forced into a second urgent detox, make sure they appear the next day.



7) Don't slip up by in an neighbours adjoining garden to hers, so you have easy access to tormenting her 

34) Utilise the empty house to hers to torment her from

35) Put hardly any measures in place to keep up the 'psychosis' when you're present. Meaning psychotic episodes only happen in your absence.

36) Get on the bus in a disguise a stop before her. Read her messages out from the back of the bus when she's no where near you. She'll never notice Nice-But-Dim's look-a-like nor her brother, Fat Cunt in a wig.


37) Push a white speaker under her floor boards so you can torment her all night. Say 'oh shit' when caught 

38) Put pipes under her floor so you can move the floor boards when she's home alone

The following really disturb me. Injecting yourself is rather dangerous and I do believe I have the first parents who rather than ensure I have decent sharp, clean works, decide to sabotage what I have. A junkie will use any rusty piece of shit. All this has done is cause damage to me.

39) Get the chemist who sells needles to be out of stock or only have crappy ones when she needs to buy fresh works 


39) Pull out the needle making it no longer air tight. This means you struggle to flag (draw up) blood. So you miss shots. Ethylphenidate is really caustic so missing a shot must cause real damage I don't dare to contemplate 

40) When UFM realises and pushes it back down with her teeth start making holes in the needle.

41) Ensure the exchanges she uses only have poor quality syringes

42) Have UFM frightened she'll be sectioned so leave the exchange without fresh works.

I simply patched my works up, melting the needle's plastic to try to cover the hole or using something sticky. This only prevented me from getting a clean hit. It didn't stop me using.

43) Have ambulances out side the hospital where the drugs team (supplying by buprenorphine) when she's worried about being sectioned. This will mean instead of getting her opiate replacement medication she'll get gear instead.


44) Get her counsellor to be honest with her, totally understanding her ambiguous, bizarre comments, agreeing this wasn't the right course of action and an ADHD Psychiatrist would have been more appropriate and solved the problem, in order to get her to agree to go to the nut house (31.03.15)

45) Then get her counsellor to deny ever having the previous day's conversation with her (31.03.15)

46) Get the receptionist at her counsellors to ignore her until she cries (31.03.15)

47) Ensure fresh pins and works are hard to get hold of (02.05.15)

48) Sabotage her best friend and only safe using place (18.04.15)

49) Change screws in your house, her house and her friends, to have a glass lense like centre in order to hope she believes this is how your monitoring her (fail)

50) Remove her friends floor boards so she can see they've been lifted and therefore wants to check there's no access to the flat (18.04.15)

51) Get her friend to abuse her (physically and mentally) when using speed (18.04.15)

52) When she leaves after being physically assaulted at 3am, have the road she's on get incredibly busy with stalkers, who never approach her to check she's ok. (18.04.15)

53) Get her friend to play a CD that's mashed up, so she thinks it's psychosis (18.04.15)

54) In order to sneak out of her friend's flat, get her friend to go to the pizza shop to order a pizza, but come back empty handed stating it'll be delivered. Then when the pizza delivery comes use this chance to vacate the flat where you've just been tormenting her (18.04.15)

55) Make it look like you've been entering her friend's top floor flat via the window or roof (18.04.15).

56) Also make it appear the secret door, tent, sofa, bathtub and under bed are being used to hide someone, I mean psychosis (18.04.15)

57) Sabotage pins, pulling white bit out or piercing a hole in them so she can't flag. Make sure her friend has the only working pins. This means she misses shots and makes a mess of her body (18.04.14)

58) Stick a weird satalight dish on her friend's house. She knows it wasn't there before 


59) As she couldn't get her buprenorphine script give her what appears to be a fake tablet that does not work. Notice friend is super reluctant to swap with the one he has. Start withdrawing, get no effect off tablet, but take a little of friends and feel the effect (18.03.15)

60) Then steal the cocodamol she has taken in a desperate attempt not to get sick (19.05.15)

61) Make sure her friend is really nasty and doesn't charge her phone lb purpose (18.03.15)

63) Pretend son's car is hire car. Baby food in the back is a dead give away (23.04.15)

64) Get next door neighbour aged 10 to bob her head slow over the fence, like her father and brother do, pretending to be psychosis. She stops when told I'm not high (23.04.15)

65) When incredibly drowsy from taking 4 Risperidone and 8 Etizolam, don't question the pathetic cover up of taking two sleeping tablets by accident. After all, she only kept popping pills because you tormented her (28.03.15)

64) Can hear noise in neighbours bedroom adjacent to hers, but never sees a tenant. That's because it's her family staying there to torment her 

66) This is confirmed the night before detox when she smokes a cigarette out the window and her brother appears in the neighbour's bay window and takes a photo of her

66) Be the only psychosis that goes away when your present. Yep, I only got psychosis when my mother and father disappeared from my presence 

67) When questioned about it get flustered and change the subject (dad) or just go for angry. Because you were never actors and are frankly amazingly crap at lying

68) Unlike real psychosis don't vanish when she takes anti psychotics 


69) When UFM asks psychosis for 100 cigarettes for detox, have them magically appear the next day

70) Get her best friend to ignore the door buzzer and leave her homeless (01/06/15 - 14/06/15)

71) Be caught in one of your base houses (01/06/15 - 14/06/15)

72) Find her lost mobile and ensure phone is not answered when she calls trying to retrieve it. But answer all other calls. (01/06/15 - 14/06/15)

73) Make sure Junkette's know how to cook gear when playing the role of smack head. A pack of citric does a whole gramme of brown. Filters are used to ensure shot isn't filled with crap. Hitting the femoral vein takes more than 5 seconds. (01/06/15 - 14/06/15)

75) When she begs she'll stop if the bullshit stops, carry on the bullshit. That's why she'll talk to her mother but not you. As her mother stopped. Her father continued his nasty games. This only makes me want to use even more. 13/06/15 

76) Yet again cause her to injure herself by making holes in her needles. 13/06/15

77) Rip her splif in half for no reason other than to taunt her until she uses more opposed than endeavours to sleep. 12/06/15

78) I’m going to continue this now, although there’s lots of in between bits I’ve missed out and will add as I start to re-add the hundreds of posts which have gone missing. So here we go. 17/01/18 - return the make up brush UFM (Unwanted Family Member, aka ME) swore she must have lost on the tube last week as it WAS NOT where is belongs and her OCD mean she doesn’t generally lose things. Well didn’t pre 2015. Of course I lose everything now, and one can only make the assumption they want me to question my sanity. 

When one is working, contributing to society once again, enjoys both aforementioned points, pays her taxes and her MORTGAGE whilst, yes whilst... FIGHTING TO ENSURE SOBRIETY..... who??? Other than SICK ABUSERS... would do anything that jeopardises my sanity, my employment, my reason to be clean from 7am - 7pm... who would honestly jeopardise this????

79) 18th Jan 18 - 6.30pm - whilst UFM is incredibly ill, trying to sort out the damage from her rabbit and repair the carnage left by the paranoid schizophrenic episode her now ex house mate had over her request to have her girlfriend stay, make it know you’ve got access to her property by ensuing the cupboard under the stairs door moves slightly. Meaning her abusers are in house number 41 at this time.

80) Just prior to the above, move the rabbits jingle ball in the kitchen somehow.

82) W/C - 15th Jan. Put clock back 7 mins. Someone with the disability ADHD has to work 10 time harder than someone without with regards to time keeping. Yeah my family like doing things that make my disability harder. Like scattering drawing pins on the floor of your blind child. Yup, that’s my family for you. 

83) When UFM says do you want to watch herself hang herself, bang on the wall. Tonight my father and brother appear to be in number 41 for whenever these sick fucks are prosecuted. 18th Jan. 7.30pm

84) When UFM’s house mate has a bad episode of paranoid schizophrenia, and steals her rabbit, whilst in floods of tears they replicate the sound of someone arriving at her house and slightly let the letter box tap, as if someone is at the door. SCAL and FC, 18th Jan. 9.30pm ish. Sick. Totally sick. 

85) This could just be the fact N has mental health problems, or could indeed be related to the sick abuse they authorise. N has switched on me before.  17th Jan 2018, N shows me his CCTV camera. He’s claiming it’s showing live footage and he’ll claim that until he dies, but it’s showing footage of you, sat on the fold out bed, hair down, with a pipe. You’re currently sitting on sofa with your hair up. N also spends the whole night talking about getting a lie detector test, for no justifiable reason. You notice the following day, your fame, which had bearable, is at full throttle again.

86) 22nd Jan 2018, whilst UFM is at the hospital having chest X-rays for suspected pneumonia, between the time of 3.30pm - 5.30pm, unlock her front door. Now she’s staying on her own you can turn up the nasty behaviour again. 

87) 22nd Jan 2018, steal UFM’s £110 Travel Card which she needs for work. Yeah, cause more detriment that can effect her employment will keep her clean. Yeah that’s normal. You’re normal. Yeah, keep telling yourself that 🤪


88) 27/12/2017 - Stole 25 10mg Diazepam off me


89) 26/12/17 - Made holes in the needles I was using (very concerning since these haven’t left my side. They’re in the same wallet as the tablets which went missing which leads on to...)


90) 25/12/17 - Entering my property unauthorised. I have an additional bike lock on the back door and I will to start leaving lots of stuff by my front door again


91) 24/12/17 - Steal the few belongings I have! Normally stuff I need, like tools and kitchen utensils. The tools have been ‘mostly’ returned. The tin opener and knives however. Anyway I enjoy using a hammer, screw and pilers. More of a chance of having a accident which means I’m in hospital off work, getting paid.


92) 23/12/17 - Oh and to ensure I can’t superglue any holes in my needles, they mix any glue i own with nail varnish remover.


93) 22/12/17 - Then, they add water to my nail varnish remover rendering that useless.


94) 01/06/15 - Not satisfied with ensuring I lost my iPad, they then start sabotaging my written diaries!

95) 01/06/15 - Banging up speed all day and fat cunt psychosis takes (hacks) over my phone, reading any text on the screen.

96) 25/01/18 - Delete my blog posts!! Whole post dedicated to this again. This is my life! My diary! My thoughts, a record of MY experiences! How dare they! And just move blinding evidence this is not some figment of my silly little drug crazed mind. Surely, factual, legit, psychosis has no way of hacking and deleting a blog. And under no circumstances would I do such an act. Clearly, the special psychosis I have, has another rule. It’s able to feel shame. 

97) Spring 2015 - make annoying alterations to her clothes. Ensure the seams itch. Make every left shoe too small... yeah, proper replica psychosis that... you fucking nut job! The time you dedicated to ensure my misery mum! Why? Why couldn’t you just be there? You’re a good person without this mum! I have such mixed feelings. My mummy ‘was perfect. Mum, I’m so deeply ashamed mum. And I pitty you. It will be like a knife in my heart for the rest of my life when I think of this mum. When I’m gone, I’m pretending you and him died in 2014. Coz, you were good and loving until then. I’d rather remember you like that. Oh, and this one I have evidence! My jeans are still missing studs, from when the originals were removed and mirrored ones in their place. Coz mirrors reflect like a lense, and yeah, made me para for 5 mins. Thanks for scaring me mum when you should have been the one holding me. 




98) June 2017 - Date - steal things from my home. Tin opener, peeler, knives... return some things... 


More updates as I re-add posts and as it undoubtedly occurs. This will be a cornucopia of abuse, trauma and more importantly EVIDENCE. Which I will use, to ensure, they are punished for their crimes.


To be continued...


UPDATE - 2017 - See further posts for more horrible abuse my parents have done to me... which only make me want to use.. while I’m fighting to stay sober.

#itsnotaboutthedrugs @Gemma_Stalked

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Thursday 25 January 2018

❤️ 06th February 2016 - GBH

My brother decided to pierce holes in my needles again and totally fucked My leg. Going hospital later