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Today I have decided I know longer have a family. Today you broke my heart.
My house has had over £1,000 worth of damage.
My cooker and washing machine no longer work. My fridge freezer is infected.
My Louis Vuitton partially destroyed and another £500 worth of clothes either destroyed or damaged. My car lighter and air vents.
I'm certainly not stupid. My IQ is 150. Even when I was high on drugs, whilst I may have exaggerated my sights, sounds, touch and scents; one certainly didn't cause this damage myself.
THERE ARE FUCKING MITES! I HAVE TAKEN UNWASHED CLOTHES AND BEING PLACED IN A WARMER ROOM AND / OR WORN HAS ENABLED THEM TO SPRING INTO ACTION.
But to believe that, you would have to believe me. Clearly, you have never done this, which leads me to believe when agreeing with me previously, your agreement was only made under the pretence of quietening your 'mad' daughter down.
That saddens me, as I thought you honestly believed me. I can no longer trust you, my father's theft of my keys has shattered that (and his actions have resulted in a real dislike for this man. You now have the title of being first parent, in my whole life, I truly hate.
I have something that is living on my body. It's the same thing that gets into the seams of my clothes and bags. The same thing that was in between the acrylic bricks I have erected.
I have air bubbles each time I poo. I had it every time I pooed in hospital too. When submerged under water I have bubbles from my hands and feet. When taking a bath I also have them from my down below area. During my hospital stay this was clearly reducing as I was frequently bathing.
During my frequent bathing, for a body which was in clean clothes and bathed daily, there was an incredible amount of 'grub'. Black dots, black patches, barely visible white 'worms' a millimetre in length. Once I saw what appeared to be an incredibly large white worm.
This has improved to the point of opposed to having 100s of air bubbles from my poo, I only had 2-3.
Yesterday, I spend the whole day with sharp eclectic pings, especially around my feet. When I came home, aware the shoes may not have been washed, I wanted to wash them, expecting the shoes to be infected. Sure enough the bubbles flowed from between my toes and the hard skins on the soles of my feet. It was the I discovered they were visible on my clothes. Using an appropriate product, I wiped over my skin and pulled off any rising 'mites' from under my skin. Looking like small freckles until risen. I collected them on the square of toilet tissue in a desperate endeavour that evidence would results in belief.
However you think I've just plucked the black towels like a mad man. The once perfect seams of my bra are now frayed. Just like the seams of my Louis Vuitton.
Today your insistence of this being fabricated, thus me being mentally ill, means, I am glad of your disbelief. By the time you realise I am / was telling the truth, you'll be swamped with my imaginary bugs. Your appliances crawling, before breaking.
NOTHING IS TO BE RETURNED TO MY HOUSE UNTIL ITS BEEN CLEANED. IT MUST ALSO BE WRAPPED IMMEDIATELY.
My intention is to now sell the house, and move far far away. Once sold you can have the money you have spend returned with interest.
I will video my clean hands, being wiped with a bathroom wipe and black marks then appearing. I will videos the air bubbles when immersed in water.
