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The construction workers working on the house think I'm slow, based on the conversation they had with my Foster Mother. I was asking about the storm door, the construction worker responded by saying that it wouldn't fit, when I wasn't referring to the old one. Then he said to my Foster Mother that "it takes time for me to get anything", meaning that I'm slow, when this woman had her boyfriend's family terrorize me since childhood by drugging and molesting me.

I have no emotional support, I have no one to support me period. I'm all alone and I live in an unsupportive neighborhood where these people never call the police to report my Foster Mother's boyfriend's family who sexually abuse me. Instead they hurt me and make my worst enemies get rich off of my grievances.

My neighbors across the street whom are a little elderly Caucasian couple considers me a nuisance and considers Guyanese Indians black and encouraged his brother in law to marry someone from India, being that they spite Guyanese Indians because of the bad reputation my Indian Hindu Foster Mother from India served me over the Caste System. There's a story behind that, as I witnessed it with my own two eyes.

Imagine you Indian Hindus from India destroyed my entire life over the Caste System and I have nothing because of you and White People spite me over you. I'm getting really tired because you Indians from India keep turning people against me and people are thinking that something is wrong with me when because of your Caste System, I have nothing.

There's even a Russian Mafia group that's spiting me over you Indian Hindus from India. There's a Russian guy who feels that I interfered with his Indian Girlfriend from India because I told her that she was a Lucky India Lady and now her boyfriend whom is a Russian set up his friends to terrorize me over her...

I'm just so tired of you White People spiting me over Indian Hindus from India...what do I look like to you, I'm fed up and I'm being abused and drugged by my Foster Mother whom is from India and this woman hates me because she considers me an Untouchable...

 
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