I Wish To Die
Updated. AGAIN.
UPDATED.
Law Enforcement has no ideas as to what happens to me in the nighttime, as my Foster Mother along with her boyfriend and his family take turns sexually abusing me, cutting into my skin, and drugging me intravenously. As a matter of fact, I had to hurt myself, so they wouldn't hurt me because I wake up with soreness in my nose and deep lacerations on my toes. Sometimes my privates would hurt, late the next day, as my body does not respond to pain very well, especially in my toes, or my extremities. My private part would even smell of urine, as my Foster Mother's boyfriend's brother would satisfy my Foster Mother and upon satisfying her, he would ejaculate and relieve himself inside of me right after ejaculating, while I am having seizures.
As of now, I feel so intimidated by Law Enforcement, as they've passed by my home several times to tend to someone else's troubles and conflicts. When it was time for them to arrest me, they did not even think twice or even thrice not to make an arrest when my Foster Mother told them that I'd hurt her and stolen from her, upon taking years of my disability and hundreds of thousands of dollars of my Father's inheritance. I know I was wrongfully arrested, not only because my Foster Mother has a humungous fraction of my money, especially my disability money, (where the money is withdrawn on days and times she is not even at the bank), but because she and her boyfriend and his entire family have abused, drugged, and molested me my entire life, secretly, as she pretends not to know them.
I'm so distraught, as the weekend after I was arrested and released, Law Enforcement came to ask my Foster Mother if I was "behaving myself". I was so, so hurt...
My Foster Mother is from India, and she hates me because I'm Guyanese American. She's got a thing for Caucasian, or White men and women.
The next thing that my Foster Mother's boyfriend did was have her boyfriend put RAID in her perfume to make it look like I did it. Her perfume smells awful, and seems to be contaminated with RAID, as she pretends not to know. Eventually, all the faults will fall upon me, when she's the one setting me up. As of now, we are in the supermarket and the smell is making heads turn. My best guess is that her boyfriend and his family, whom are obsessed with Indian Hindus from India expect all White People like themselves to give into Indians from India and hate people like me because they consider me Black, or whom they refer to as The "N word". They were brainwashed to hate me because my Foster Mother lied to them and told them that I was a product of a Black man raping her, when she shares not a drop of blood with me. I am not mixed with Black and my Mother was drugged by my Foster Mother's Genocidal family with steroids, while she was pregnant with me, to make me look a little Black. The bottom line is that "White People should fall for and pity my Foster Mother because she claimed she was raped by a Black man", or as solely believed in my Foster Mother's boyfriend's psychotic world.
In my world, I believe White People would ultimately destroy me over Indians from India, as my Foster Mother's 2 Caucasian boyfriends and one of their entire families have been doing. A White Person could never bypass an Indian from India, as a White man would be embarrassed to be caught even pissing next to me. Indians from India are like Gods and Goddesses to White People, as I am what Indians consider an "Untouchable". And You know what? Since Indians from India are so intelligent, White people think that when these Indians refer to me as an "Untouchable" or the "N Word", they're doing the "right thing". White people don't even look at me and bypass me and stare intriguingly at you Indians from India, only because I'm not a "real Indian".
As you Indians from India are living life like Gods and Goddesses because of White People, I'm suffering in their hands because of the lies you'd told them to make them do just so.
As I've mentioned, when the firefighters whom are predominantly Caucasian walk into the supermarket, she walks away from me to Stand in the midst of them, biting her fingernails, only to hope that one or more of them will fall for her, so she could brainwash them to hurt me as well, just as she'd had two of them already do to me, plus one of their entire families.
Also, my dog's feet are so blistered and raw, that I have a feeling my Foster Mother's boyfriend's brother burns his paws. My dog doesn't even want me to touch his paws, and they are severely blistered.
I think they're trying to set me up, so the next time we take him to the vet or for boarding, my dog's caretakers may suspect animal abuse and obviously the blame would fall upon me, since I'm the only one home with him all day. While I'm having seizures and sleep past 12 noon, you'd better believe that my Foster Mother's boyfriend's family member(s) not only came in and hurt me, but the dog as well...
By the way, you Indians from India don't even have to obsess about White People loving you, as it's the usual thing with you and them, but it sure is a 'big thing' in your world!
...this is why Two can play this game, as you Indians from India have White People obsessing about you and mutilating me over you! THAT MUST GIVE YOU INDIANS FROM INDIA A TURN ON, HUH?
You Indians from India don't even have to look out twice for White People, they're already either in front or behind you! It's not unusual to be loved by anyone, is it?
You Indians from India destroyed my entire life, when you always will shine brighter than the stars. You are so loved that I feel White People expect someone like myself who has nothing to bow down to and love you at the sight of your beauty and die for you just the way they do, when because of your Caste System there is absolutely nothing about myself for White People to love.
UPDATED.
Law Enforcement has no ideas as to what happens to me in the nighttime, as my Foster Mother along with her boyfriend and his family take turns sexually abusing me, cutting into my skin, and drugging me intravenously. As a matter of fact, I had to hurt myself, so they wouldn't hurt me because I wake up with soreness in my nose and deep lacerations on my toes. Sometimes my privates would hurt, late the next day, as my body does not respond to pain very well, especially in my toes, or my extremities. My private part would even smell of urine, as my Foster Mother's boyfriend's brother would satisfy my Foster Mother and upon satisfying her, he would ejaculate and relieve himself inside of me right after ejaculating, while I am having seizures.
As of now, I feel so intimidated by Law Enforcement, as they've passed by my home several times to tend to someone else's troubles and conflicts. When it was time for them to arrest me, they did not even think twice or even thrice not to make an arrest when my Foster Mother told them that I'd hurt her and stolen from her, upon taking years of my disability and hundreds of thousands of dollars of my Father's inheritance. I know I was wrongfully arrested, not only because my Foster Mother has a humungous fraction of my money, especially my disability money, (where the money is withdrawn on days and times she is not even at the bank), but because she and her boyfriend and his entire family have abused, drugged, and molested me my entire life, secretly, as she pretends not to know them.
I'm so distraught, as the weekend after I was arrested and released, Law Enforcement came to ask my Foster Mother if I was "behaving myself". I was so, so hurt...
My Foster Mother is from India, and she hates me because I'm Guyanese American. She's got a thing for Caucasian, or White men and women.
The next thing that my Foster Mother's boyfriend did was have her boyfriend put RAID in her perfume to make it look like I did it. Her perfume smells awful, and seems to be contaminated with RAID, as she pretends not to know. Eventually, all the faults will fall upon me, when she's the one setting me up. As of now, we are in the supermarket and the smell is making heads turn. My best guess is that her boyfriend and his family, whom are obsessed with Indian Hindus from India expect all White People like themselves to give into Indians from India and hate people like me because they consider me Black, or whom they refer to as The "N word". They were brainwashed to hate me because my Foster Mother lied to them and told them that I was a product of a Black man raping her, when she shares not a drop of blood with me. I am not mixed with Black and my Mother was drugged by my Foster Mother's Genocidal family with steroids, while she was pregnant with me, to make me look a little Black. The bottom line is that "White People should fall for and pity my Foster Mother because she claimed she was raped by a Black man", or as solely believed in my Foster Mother's boyfriend's psychotic world.
In my world, I believe White People would ultimately destroy me over Indians from India, as my Foster Mother's 2 Caucasian boyfriends and one of their entire families have been doing. A White Person could never bypass an Indian from India, as a White man would be embarrassed to be caught even pissing next to me. Indians from India are like Gods and Goddesses to White People, as I am what Indians consider an "Untouchable". And You know what? Since Indians from India are so intelligent, White people think that when these Indians refer to me as an "Untouchable" or the "N Word", they're doing the "right thing". White people don't even look at me and bypass me and stare intriguingly at you Indians from India, only because I'm not a "real Indian".
As you Indians from India are living life like Gods and Goddesses because of White People, I'm suffering in their hands because of the lies you'd told them to make them do just so.
As I've mentioned, when the firefighters whom are predominantly Caucasian walk into the supermarket, she walks away from me to Stand in the midst of them, biting her fingernails, only to hope that one or more of them will fall for her, so she could brainwash them to hurt me as well, just as she'd had two of them already do to me, plus one of their entire families.
Also, my dog's feet are so blistered and raw, that I have a feeling my Foster Mother's boyfriend's brother burns his paws. My dog doesn't even want me to touch his paws, and they are severely blistered.
I think they're trying to set me up, so the next time we take him to the vet or for boarding, my dog's caretakers may suspect animal abuse and obviously the blame would fall upon me, since I'm the only one home with him all day. While I'm having seizures and sleep past 12 noon, you'd better believe that my Foster Mother's boyfriend's family member(s) not only came in and hurt me, but the dog as well...
By the way, you Indians from India don't even have to obsess about White People loving you, as it's the usual thing with you and them, but it sure is a 'big thing' in your world!
...this is why Two can play this game, as you Indians from India have White People obsessing about you and mutilating me over you! THAT MUST GIVE YOU INDIANS FROM INDIA A TURN ON, HUH?
You Indians from India don't even have to look out twice for White People, they're already either in front or behind you! It's not unusual to be loved by anyone, is it?
You Indians from India destroyed my entire life, when you always will shine brighter than the stars. You are so loved that I feel White People expect someone like myself who has nothing to bow down to and love you at the sight of your beauty and die for you just the way they do, when because of your Caste System there is absolutely nothing about myself for White People to love.
