Ivy T. (the daughter of my grandfather's Sister).
Now I must make you understand, that people want to destroy my relationships with everyone I know. Even family I never see or rarely see. So does this group just know my family and want to create a never passable divide between us and this is where these names pop up from. Myself accusing people I never see, from both sides of the family.
Please keep this in mind. "Is it them? or Is it not them?" I don't know and I am yelled at in Toronto all day....I am not happy today, AGAIN.
I can barely think straight anymore. I can't write, but as these people say my writing sucks and is pathetic so it doesn't matter. They want to make sure I feel that no one likes me and I am a disgusting person, so I should just end it all. As it would be easier and it better for all involved.
Strength of mind, strength of self. Understanding of what is right in this world, even if I have been lied to most of my life about people's true feelings, their jealousy, there plain hate for themselves. Which I now have to carry its burden, not themselves, relieving themselves again of any responsibility, but think they care. They are the model citizen and I am the dirt under foot, which they have the right to degrade because they life a proper life. Even if it is fueled by there own blindness. No mirrors hang in any of they homes, or maybe they would see how ugly they are or wouldn't even recognise themselves. They would most likely not take any responsibility for the way they look, they would say its the mirrors fault not mine I look like dirt.
Lies, Lies, they know me and think if everyone knows all my skeletons in my closet, everyone will be so disgusted they will over look the dirt of their lives. The crimes they committed to empty out my closet for all to hear about.
Ouch it hurts.
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