I had psychosis when I was clean. I had psychosis when I was in opiate withdrawal. I had psychosis when I was in olanzapine withdrawal. I had psychosis from taking Nytol. I had psychosis after rehab.
I didn't have psychosis at all when I went away for two emergency detoxes. Nor gwhen I was in Springfield. Even though I was still chronically abusing speed, benzos and weed. I smuggled my works in and was injecting just as much speed in there as I was using on the outside. I didn't have a psychosis in rehab. Know if I used excessively outside my home or their home.
I do know I do not have psychosis. I know all of these sick evil things are done by my family. So I'm going to document them for you.
If I am truly mad, please use this information to write an article on the dangers of drug abuse and my subsequent downfall and suicide.
However, if indeed I am correct, I was in the Sun and my family did arrange for me to be mass stalked, abused me, tormented me and traumatised me. This should make an interesting read.
Seeing as the Daily Mail briefly followed me on Twitter at the height of my fame, I suspect the latter is true.
I have made everyone aware of this blog prior to taking a massive drug overdose. I am dead now. Unless my family admit they are tormenting me and have called an ambulance.
Facebook details of the sick things they have done and the subsequent kind in my mental health. Even though my family are well aware of what they are doing and the result of their actions are my suicide. This blog proves they want me dead. They could have stopped and left me alone that they pushed and pushed me.
I did not commit suicide I was murdered.
By my family!
When I needed them most they destroyed me. It broke me. I used to love them so much. Now I am scared of them. I am petrified.
I am scared of my own home, due to their own relentless disgusting behaviour. They have driven away the one person I had supporting me. My fear of my lack of privacy and the misery they cause me was the catalyst for the whole mess which occurred prior to my death.
They have destroyed me.
If I was a normal 36-year-old, I could have picked myself up, told them some bullshit and carried on. Not having any privacy has killed me. Having people enter my property and leaving my front door unlocked, or moving my belongings around, or leaving a big window open so my beloveds cat could've escaped, destroyed me.
Do you know my cat is the only thing keeping me alive. If that doesn't prove they want me dead I don't know what does.
So enjoy reading the truth (not the bullshit in the Sun) about the worlds evilest parents.
