I Have Something to Say
My neighbors remain cold and vindictive towards me. They know that my Foster Mother's boyfriend's family comes into sexually abuse me and drug me, while I'm having seizures, and none of them have ever made a Police Report. After years of being drugged, I developed an illness in my brain called Echolalia, which is a repetition of things people have said in the past which I'd repeat, impulsively, and without thinking, and my Foster Mother's boyfriend's family have said some things about molestation and children in which my brain picked up on.
There was one time in my life where I'd felt extremely lonely and I used stand by the door late at night and talk to myself. I once said something that was out of place, impulsively, that I never once thought of and ever since then every single one of my neighbors branded me with the name "child molester".
I can't even have any kids, nobody wants me, and my Foster Mother and her boyfriend's family always comes into sexually abuse me and drug me.
If I'm what my neighbors consider a "child molester", I'm going to become a Prostitute to pay back for what this neighborhood considers me. I also want to become a Prostitute so I could have a baby, because no single man wants me. I want to have a baby someday, and when I do, I would've lost a ton of weight. The only way I could have a baby is if I become a Prostitute because no single man wants me and I'm being oppressed by my Foster Mother, her two boyfriends and the second One's entire family and last but not least, the entire neighborhood...
While I was outside, one of my neighbors said "the child molester came out with her plaid hat on", when these people know that my Foster Mother's boyfriend's family comes into sexually abuse and drug me to dementia, which the Echolalia branches off from...
I'm getting tired of these people hurting me and getting rich off my grievances. They do absolutely nothing to help me, knowing that I'm being sexually abused and drugged and they turn back and label me...
These people needn't worry, because one day, I'm going to become a Prostitute to pay back for this name they've labeled me with, "child molester..."
There was one time in my life where I'd felt extremely lonely and I used stand by the door late at night and talk to myself. I once said something that was out of place, impulsively, that I never once thought of and ever since then every single one of my neighbors branded me with the name "child molester".
I can't even have any kids, nobody wants me, and my Foster Mother and her boyfriend's family always comes into sexually abuse me and drug me.
If I'm what my neighbors consider a "child molester", I'm going to become a Prostitute to pay back for what this neighborhood considers me. I also want to become a Prostitute so I could have a baby, because no single man wants me. I want to have a baby someday, and when I do, I would've lost a ton of weight. The only way I could have a baby is if I become a Prostitute because no single man wants me and I'm being oppressed by my Foster Mother, her two boyfriends and the second One's entire family and last but not least, the entire neighborhood...
While I was outside, one of my neighbors said "the child molester came out with her plaid hat on", when these people know that my Foster Mother's boyfriend's family comes into sexually abuse and drug me to dementia, which the Echolalia branches off from...
I'm getting tired of these people hurting me and getting rich off my grievances. They do absolutely nothing to help me, knowing that I'm being sexually abused and drugged and they turn back and label me...
These people needn't worry, because one day, I'm going to become a Prostitute to pay back for this name they've labeled me with, "child molester..."
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