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"content": "07/24/2023<br /><br />***If you read any of my posts- even if you don’t, please scroll down and read towards the end where I’m asking for help. I need help from somebody who’s better at this whole technology/internet thing than me. Fast! 🥺<br /><br />I haven’t been documenting, writing, drawing or anything at all. I landed a GREAT job, not too far from my house, literally the perfect job. Hired just a few short hours later. They had to have liked me over everyone else they interviewed…? First day went fucking great. Second day, you’d think I burned the dude’s house down or something. Third day, fired. Two hours before I was supposed to be there.<br />“For being late and not performing to their standards”<br /><br />Let’s rewind a little bit. Just a little, I promise!<br /><br />The day of my interview, I went to the police station to file a few reports on “missing” items and a few other incidents. <br /><br />“That’s what you get for going to the police and giving them my name” <br /><br />Say less. I was literally ONE MINUTE late the first day. Just getting my lunch box and stuff out of my car and in the door. Three to four minutes the second day, with warning. I spilled gasoline all over my car and thought it would ruin the paint. The second the gas spilled, I texted dude immediately. Not an excuse, I know, but c’mon. Somebody’s bound to give me a SMALL break, right? Wrong. So the first day was great, like I said. I already knew the computer system and most of the products. The manager, I guess, and I got along very well. It was a LONG day, but it wasn’t AT ALL a bad day. Things were looking up! The second day… I have no idea what happened. Complete 180. He let me work on my own and just hung around in case I needed any help. The few times I did, it was like a chore for him. Like I was annoying. I didn’t face the products before ringing the customers up, I figured it could be done after. People want to be in and out, you know? Apparently “they can wait”. And I didn’t put 1 (MAYBE 2 boxes) in the trash when I sold the last whatever was in it. <br /><br />…that was my poor performance.<br /><br />You’re joking right? 🧐<br /><br />What I was told was: they called pretending to be my dad (or boyfriend- not sure which one they went with) and said I was a drug addict and a thief and they did not want me working there because I was only doing it to support my habit. I went behind their back getting the job… 😑<br /><br />Now, I do my recreational shit, sure. Who doesn’t these days? Honestly, it’s NOTHING compared to my life 3 years ago. Not even CLOSE. And I’ve come a long way, all on my own. And a thief?? Just no. As if any of this shit these people have been doing to me is fair, but that?? C’mon. <br /><br />Supposedly you can find me on the dark web. Some weird voyeurism site. Maybe the regular web. And you can pay to watch me. You know who gets paid? The two “men” who drugged, sexually assaulted and raped me on film, my ex, his ex and a few other sick, sad, pathetic people. <br /><br />So my bosses were and have been watching me since I got hired. Sick fucks, right?<br /><br />If any of you have the means or time to find this site, PLEASE help me. I have nobody and nothing down here. I NEED somebody, ANYBODY to be selfless and/or kind enough to be on my side and help me out of this. It seems like there’s no way out. It’s literally been 3 years. He says: <br />“I can make it look like whatever I want” <br />“How have you not figured out how we’re doing this yet!?”<br />“We are ruining your life!! We made it look like you’re doing this, that, the third. Kill yourself!”<br />“These people think you’re this, that, the third! They want to see you suffer! And that’s what they’re getting! They’re paying for it!”<br />“You have NO idea how much money I’ve made doing this to you. How much I’m paying people to watch you and believe everything I say. You have nobody!”<br />I REALLY need someone to step up and help me. Seriously. PLEASE!<br /><br /><br />Well, I got myself another job. It’s REALLY far, but it’s exactly what I need. They’re supposedly already letting/paying people from there to watch me and whatever they’ve “made it look like” the girl is trying to find ANY reason to fire me because she believes them and “she’s disgusted” by me…?<br /><br />HOW ARE THEY DOING THIS?? ANYONE HAVE ANY INSIGHT!? ANYONE!?<br /><br />Is it even possible to deepfake or whatever like that? Manipulate me, my voice, everything??? I’m useless when it comes to technology. I don’t know where to even start looking!!<br /><br /><br /><a href=\"https://www.minds.com/search?f=top&t=all&q=sendhelp\" title=\"#sendhelp\" class=\"u-url hashtag\" target=\"_blank\">#sendhelp</a> ",
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"content": "06/25/23<br />PART IV<br /><br />Where to even start?? When I left off, I was speechless, I think. Now, I’m just pissed off. Not only has almost all of my stuff been stolen, but the stuff I do still have is ruined. I guess everyone has their price. But this? It’s fucking disgusting and unforgivable. Choke. On “ALLLLL that money” you’ve made from doing this to me. Fucking choke. Seriously. Please. CHHHOOOKKEEE.<br /><br />So, to reiterate, I was drugged with something that “the drug dealer” won’t admit to anyone what it was, but it almost killed me each time. He raped me three times, god only knows how many times that broom handle was used and then he allowed his friends to do the same for money. I have zero recollection of this. I’m disgusted with each and every singe person being paid to put me through this. I honestly can’t even believe this has gone this far. <br /><br />“We’re doing you a favor killing you so you don’t have to live like this. We ruined your life SO badly, you’d have to leave the country…. But _________’s don’t get to leave the country. So it’s jail for killing your family and being a monster OR death.”<br /><br />“We know the truth. We know you’re not a monster, but “these people” paid to see you die really badly. They want you dead. …or in jail.”<br /><br />I GUESS this poison is gonna kill me before my birthday?? <br />Me, my dad and my dog.<br /><br />All I’ve been asking for is to be left alone, hush money, and/or drugs. I’ll be honest about it. I said I wouldn’t say anything or “come after him and his father in the future”. I haven’t told anyone BUT that one “friend” and I barely told her anything. Good thing she;s been in on it the whole time, right? <br />…After being robbed by this dude for 3 years, given fake shit, then being poisoned for the last however long, I don’t think that’s asking much. I am 438975% innocent here. I do not fuck with anyone, rob anyone, lie to anyone, cheat anyone. Always respectful. Always nice. Always as generous as I can afford to be. Even when I can’t. Why is it that animals on death row get treated better than me?? Can ANYONE shed any light on this?? Didn’t think so. <br /><br />They just called the cops on me to shut me up. They’ve planted some disgusting child shit somewhere in my house or on my iCloud or something, so….<br /><br />“Let’s see you bounce back from this”<br /><br />That’s the monster part I’ve been talking about. I’m pretty sure at least two of them involved in this are pedos themselves. I mean, somebody has to be searching and . Nwatching it to get it onto my shit.<br /><br /><br /><br />Well, it’s June 25, 2023 and I’m typing this… so I guess the “poison” didn’t work!<br /><br /><a href=\"https://www.minds.com/search?f=top&t=all&q=luckyme\" title=\"#luckyme\" class=\"u-url hashtag\" target=\"_blank\">#luckyme</a> <br /><br />",
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"content": "06/25/23\nPART IV\n\nWhere to even start?? When I left off, I was speechless, I think. Now, I’m just pissed off. Not only has almost all of my stuff been stolen, but the stuff I do still have is ruined. I guess everyone has their price. But this? It’s fucking disgusting and unforgivable. Choke. On “ALLLLL that money” you’ve made from doing this to me. Fucking choke. Seriously. Please. CHHHOOOKKEEE.\n\nSo, to reiterate, I was drugged with something that “the drug dealer” won’t admit to anyone what it was, but it almost killed me each time. He raped me three times, god only knows how many times that broom handle was used and then he allowed his friends to do the same for money. I have zero recollection of this. I’m disgusted with each and every singe person being paid to put me through this. I honestly can’t even believe this has gone this far. \n\n“We’re doing you a favor killing you so you don’t have to live like this. We ruined your life SO badly, you’d have to leave the country…. But _________’s don’t get to leave the country. So it’s jail for killing your family and being a monster OR death.”\n\n“We know the truth. We know you’re not a monster, but “these people” paid to see you die really badly. They want you dead. …or in jail.”\n\nI GUESS this poison is gonna kill me before my birthday?? \nMe, my dad and my dog.\n\nAll I’ve been asking for is to be left alone, hush money, and/or drugs. I’ll be honest about it. I said I wouldn’t say anything or “come after him and his father in the future”. I haven’t told anyone BUT that one “friend” and I barely told her anything. Good thing she;s been in on it the whole time, right? \n…After being robbed by this dude for 3 years, given fake shit, then being poisoned for the last however long, I don’t think that’s asking much. I am 438975% innocent here. I do not fuck with anyone, rob anyone, lie to anyone, cheat anyone. Always respectful. Always nice. Always as generous as I can afford to be. Even when I can’t. Why is it that animals on death row get treated better than me?? Can ANYONE shed any light on this?? Didn’t think so. \n\nThey just called the cops on me to shut me up. They’ve planted some disgusting child shit somewhere in my house or on my iCloud or something, so….\n\n“Let’s see you bounce back from this”\n\nThat’s the monster part I’ve been talking about. I’m pretty sure at least two of them involved in this are pedos themselves. I mean, somebody has to be searching and . Nwatching it to get it onto my shit.\n\n\n\nWell, it’s June 25, 2023 and I’m typing this… so I guess the “poison” didn’t work!\n\n#luckyme \n\n",
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"content": "My first successful human hand!<br />Leave me alone about the wrist LOL<br /><a href=\"https://www.minds.com/search?f=top&t=all&q=arcticmonkeys\" title=\"#arcticmonkeys\" class=\"u-url hashtag\" target=\"_blank\">#arcticmonkeys</a> <a href=\"https://www.minds.com/search?f=top&t=all&q=fanart\" title=\"#fanart\" class=\"u-url hashtag\" target=\"_blank\">#fanart</a> <a href=\"https://www.minds.com/search?f=top&t=all&q=copyofacopy\" title=\"#copyofacopy\" class=\"u-url hashtag\" target=\"_blank\">#copyofacopy</a>",
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"content": "<br />Like I’ve said, this is all what I’ve been told… the quotes. And they DO have money, all of the sudden, and access to my home, phone and iPad. And there’s definitely something in my smoke detector and in my car… Is Matt right? Do I sound SO crazy and nobody will EVER believe me?? You tell me!<br /><br /><br />05/20/23<br /><br />Part II<br /><br />So I was trying to keep things short. No, I don’t plan on killing myself, never have. No, I’m not crazy. Not like that, anyway. And no, absolutely not to live-streaming myself. I am in no part, whatsoever, in ANY way doing ANY of this to myself. Believe me, don’t believe me, I don’t really care. What you think about me is none of my business. I have 4-5 notebooks FILLED with the daily/nightly harassment I deal with. The threats that if I don’t kill myself, they’ll keep taking things away from me, now supposedly “poisoning my father and my dog”, instead of just me. Since writing those few pages before, I’ve gotten more threats, more bullying, more bullshit than I have all week. <br /><br />“This is getting sad, she’s shopping online for stuff her and her father can’t afford because we FUCKED your life UP!!!!” <br />“She thinks she’s making it to her birthday, she’s not even making it two weeks for the shipping”<br />“We’re laughing SO hard we’re crying!”<br />“Everything in your cart that you can’t buy, Penny just ordered!” <br />“WHY AREN’T YOU CRYING JACKIE?!”<br />“We WERE feeling bad for you, but you had to go writing that. You have no idea what you just did to yourself.”<br />“WE FUCKED YOUR LIFE UP!!!!!”<br />“Does it make you mad that we stole all of your favorite stuff?? You waited 6 months to a year to be able to afford all the stuff we stole from you. How aren’t you crying?!”<br />“You USED to be pretty. You USED to have a decent body. Now you’re disgusting.”<br />“KILL YOURSELF JACKIE! PLEASE! JUST KILL YOURSELF JACKIE!”<br />“You’re not gonna die, but you’ll wish you killed yourself”<br /><br />HA HA HA HAAAAAA, RIGHT?? <br /><br />They’re trying to figure out how to kill me or put me in jail before my birthday, but I might not even make it that long. I guess my dad asked my sister for help financially, she’s making a killing off doing this to me <br />“You have NO idea how much money I’m making doing this to you”<br />“I had no idea you hated me more than I hate you.”<br />“You ruined my life being born, so I tried to ruin yours when we were younger”<br />….safe to say that backfired. I guess that’s why she’s doing this now. Charming old drunk, isn’t she? Rode hard and put away wet, as I like to call her. I think it’s time she dries out. <br /><br />So again, here I am, typing and printing shit out because I don’t want it stolen, and I know I can just keep typing, printing, typing, printing….. much MUCH faster than I can write. <br /><br />So “these people” the ones “watching me, paying to watch me suffer in any way possible, HUGE payout when I die”…. My life has turned into a nightmare that’s supposed to end as a snuff film?? “For these people”. They don’t even get to hear what I have to say. Not all the time. When they do it’s mostly manipulated to sound like I answered a gross question or said yes to something disgusting. HE has made it so no matter what I’m doing, it means something gross, perverted, disturbing, etc. EVERY SINGLE move I make, song I listen to, what I eat, how I dress (with what clothes I have left) has been turned into something disgusting. You all have access to everything I type, everything I google, everything that goes across any of my screens. In NO WAY did I EVER agree to this, sign anything, receive a dime, nothing. I NEVER CONSENTED TO THIS. NOT FOR ONE FUCKING MINUTE. I am not a fucking monster. I am not trying to kill myself. I am not here for yogurt entertainment. THIS IS MY FUCKING LIFE. That’s been taken away from me. MY HEALTH, taken away. MY PRIVACY, as a woman, as a human being, as possibly one of the kindest people any of these trashbag pieces of shit have ever met. You’d think there’d be some sort of line or respect or something. Not just <br /><br />“You have no idea how much money we’re making doing this to you”<br /> “WE know the truth. WE know you’re not any of these things, but nobody else ever will” <br /><br />but NOPE. As long as my dad is fucked financially and can’t help me. As long as I can’t get a job because they’ll make up something and have me fired. Everyone else gets to profit off of my misery. Undeserved in every mother fucking way imaginable. You’d think I actually did something wrong at this point. BUT if you’ve been watching and paying ANY attention, I think it’s clear to see I just wanna get high and be left alone to get over this bullshit and move on. But you see, they’ve damaged my health so severely, I don’t know how long I even could live. If you ask any of them, I did it ALLLLLL by myself. Anything that’s happened to me, I did to myself. I don’t know how that works out in ANY rational way, but for them, it does. <br />I am nothing but a victim here. And I fucking hate that. I used to be the victim allllll the time. I was, but I played into it. “Why me?” “How could you do this to me?” Wah wah wah type shit. I’m over that now. It’s called growing up. It took me a long time, but I realized I didn’t have to play that part anymore. I didn’t have to label myself or feel sorry for myself that other people are who/how they are. This time though, as much as I don’t even want to feed into it or play with it AT ALL, I AM a fucking victim and that is it. I have done NOTHING to bring this upon myself. Somebody MUCH older than me took advantage of my trust and comfortability and used it against me. Numerous times. And now I have to live like this? Because he doesn’t wanna get caught or pay for it? I already said just leave me alone. Go away. It’s over and done with, but <br /><br />“Somebody has to pay for what I did to you”<br /><br />…unfortunately, that person is me. <br /><br />“Nothing has been fair her entire life, she’ll understand.”<br /><br />There’s no reason for any of these people to be back in my life. Not like this. Not ever. So no, I won’t understand. This is my time FOR ME. I wasted so much time on other people, caring about the wrong things. (Not including time spent with my parents)<br />I finally found my voice. My confidence. ME. Not fully, but more than I ever have before. It took losing the one person who loved me more than anyone in the world and I feel the same about her today. This has not been easy, but I did this myself. I picked myself up alone. And I’m going through this alone. I don’t even know what else to add to this. This makes 10x I’m speechless. I guess that’s good for you pieces of shit. <br /><br /><br />",
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Since writing those few pages before, I’ve gotten more threats, more bullying, more bullshit than I have all week. \n\n“This is getting sad, she’s shopping online for stuff her and her father can’t afford because we FUCKED your life UP!!!!” \n“She thinks she’s making it to her birthday, she’s not even making it two weeks for the shipping”\n“We’re laughing SO hard we’re crying!”\n“Everything in your cart that you can’t buy, Penny just ordered!” \n“WHY AREN’T YOU CRYING JACKIE?!”\n“We WERE feeling bad for you, but you had to go writing that. You have no idea what you just did to yourself.”\n“WE FUCKED YOUR LIFE UP!!!!!”\n“Does it make you mad that we stole all of your favorite stuff?? You waited 6 months to a year to be able to afford all the stuff we stole from you. How aren’t you crying?!”\n“You USED to be pretty. You USED to have a decent body. Now you’re disgusting.”\n“KILL YOURSELF JACKIE! PLEASE! JUST KILL YOURSELF JACKIE!”\n“You’re not gonna die, but you’ll wish you killed yourself”\n\nHA HA HA HAAAAAA, RIGHT?? \n\nThey’re trying to figure out how to kill me or put me in jail before my birthday, but I might not even make it that long. I guess my dad asked my sister for help financially, she’s making a killing off doing this to me \n“You have NO idea how much money I’m making doing this to you”\n“I had no idea you hated me more than I hate you.”\n“You ruined my life being born, so I tried to ruin yours when we were younger”\n….safe to say that backfired. I guess that’s why she’s doing this now. Charming old drunk, isn’t she? Rode hard and put away wet, as I like to call her. I think it’s time she dries out. \n\nSo again, here I am, typing and printing shit out because I don’t want it stolen, and I know I can just keep typing, printing, typing, printing….. much MUCH faster than I can write. \n\nSo “these people” the ones “watching me, paying to watch me suffer in any way possible, HUGE payout when I die”…. My life has turned into a nightmare that’s supposed to end as a snuff film?? “For these people”. They don’t even get to hear what I have to say. Not all the time. When they do it’s mostly manipulated to sound like I answered a gross question or said yes to something disgusting. HE has made it so no matter what I’m doing, it means something gross, perverted, disturbing, etc. EVERY SINGLE move I make, song I listen to, what I eat, how I dress (with what clothes I have left) has been turned into something disgusting. You all have access to everything I type, everything I google, everything that goes across any of my screens. In NO WAY did I EVER agree to this, sign anything, receive a dime, nothing. I NEVER CONSENTED TO THIS. NOT FOR ONE FUCKING MINUTE. I am not a fucking monster. I am not trying to kill myself. I am not here for yogurt entertainment. THIS IS MY FUCKING LIFE. That’s been taken away from me. MY HEALTH, taken away. MY PRIVACY, as a woman, as a human being, as possibly one of the kindest people any of these trashbag pieces of shit have ever met. You’d think there’d be some sort of line or respect or something. Not just \n\n“You have no idea how much money we’re making doing this to you”\n “WE know the truth. WE know you’re not any of these things, but nobody else ever will” \n\nbut NOPE. As long as my dad is fucked financially and can’t help me. As long as I can’t get a job because they’ll make up something and have me fired. Everyone else gets to profit off of my misery. Undeserved in every mother fucking way imaginable. You’d think I actually did something wrong at this point. BUT if you’ve been watching and paying ANY attention, I think it’s clear to see I just wanna get high and be left alone to get over this bullshit and move on. But you see, they’ve damaged my health so severely, I don’t know how long I even could live. If you ask any of them, I did it ALLLLLL by myself. Anything that’s happened to me, I did to myself. I don’t know how that works out in ANY rational way, but for them, it does. \nI am nothing but a victim here. And I fucking hate that. I used to be the victim allllll the time. I was, but I played into it. “Why me?” “How could you do this to me?” Wah wah wah type shit. I’m over that now. It’s called growing up. It took me a long time, but I realized I didn’t have to play that part anymore. I didn’t have to label myself or feel sorry for myself that other people are who/how they are. This time though, as much as I don’t even want to feed into it or play with it AT ALL, I AM a fucking victim and that is it. I have done NOTHING to bring this upon myself. Somebody MUCH older than me took advantage of my trust and comfortability and used it against me. Numerous times. And now I have to live like this? Because he doesn’t wanna get caught or pay for it? I already said just leave me alone. Go away. It’s over and done with, but \n\n“Somebody has to pay for what I did to you”\n\n…unfortunately, that person is me. \n\n“Nothing has been fair her entire life, she’ll understand.”\n\nThere’s no reason for any of these people to be back in my life. Not like this. Not ever. So no, I won’t understand. This is my time FOR ME. I wasted so much time on other people, caring about the wrong things. (Not including time spent with my parents)\nI finally found my voice. My confidence. ME. Not fully, but more than I ever have before. It took losing the one person who loved me more than anyone in the world and I feel the same about her today. This has not been easy, but I did this myself. I picked myself up alone. And I’m going through this alone. I don’t even know what else to add to this. This makes 10x I’m speechless. I guess that’s good for you pieces of shit. \n\n\n",
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Knowing my mother was sick, he said his died while he was in jail….. she’d BEEN dead. So there I was, “no problem, I got you”. This mother fucker had a girlfriend and I was their ATM, unknowingly. (6 years later, and they’re STILL leeching, BTW) Now, I’m not sure when this started, but back-page/Craigslist got involved. And drugging me beyond repair. Because I don’t remember ANYTHING. Thank God, Satan or what have you. So I guess it was a competition between his Penny (knowingly on there) and myself. While they cashed in and I worked, took out loans, pawned stuff, asked for favor after favor to support “my boyfriend”. WHAT A FUCKING IDIOT, RIGHT?! This is now 4 years later and I just founds this out VERY recently. Enough of that. …for now.<br />Somewhere along this disturbing journey through Tampa, FL, things take an even darker, more unsettling turn for me. <br />Matt introduced me to quite a few people, some worse than others. Much, MUCH worse. For now, I’m gonna leave names out. FOR NOW. This is, after all, my first draft. <br /><br />“You were dead the second you met me”.<br /><br />Matt introduced me to this person and he became one of my main drug dealers. I spent QUITE a lot of money with this dude. There’s so SO much in between I want to include, but unless I feel like turning this into a book, it’s just gonna take too long. And to be honest, I am considering a book, now that I have this fancy $14 keyboard. HA. <br />My mother died November 2, 2019. VERY suddenly and unexpectedly, to me at least. I’m still devastated. I spent the better part of a year isolated and ruining, yet also somehow improving my mental health. Sometime after that, I started venturing out to my old haunts, drug dealers, near Tampa. Now I’m not sure if it was because of my isolation or what, but I guess my blinders were on because I thought I knew this person. No bad feeling, no gut/head argument, nothing. I felt relatively safe. For SUCH lack of better words, “a home away from home” type deal. Met some more new people, hung out there quite often. I would be up so many days in a row, over an hour from my house, I would fall asleep there. I couldn’t give you dates, but “I have it on good authority” that i was sexually assaulted. Multiple times. There’s even videos of it, if you know where to look or who to ask, I’m told. Wanna hear something gross? Ok, you twisted my arm, I’ll tell you… somehow my eyes were made to be open, so it looked like I was into this. Everyone who’s seen it thinks I did it for money or drugs. I’m the only person who has not seen these videos. Drugged by my own drinks from home. FUCKIN sick, right??<br />Now let’s fast forward, rewind, whichever to November 2020. “We gave you one year to grieve your mother” and “Didn’t you wonder WHY we picked November 2!?”<br />Sick. I’ve since been told Matt “implanted me with something”. I started hearing “voices”. Now before you get ahead of yourself and start discrediting everything I’ve said, as if you just wasted your time, these voices were not in my head. They started in the closet in the place near Tampa, then outside my house, then finally my smoke detector in my room, my bathroom and my car. Now, again, just to reassure you, I went to doctors. Trust me, I went. I wanted it to be me and my time in isolation SO fucking badly, you have no idea. And you really never will. I hope nobody ever does. And for anyone who’s going through something like this now, or may in the future…. IT DOES NOT GET BETTER. It just fucking doesn’t. There’s no way out. MAYBE unless you have money or an immediate family member that’s got higher ranking than a police officer. I wouldn’t know anything about that. <br /><br />So my multiple druggings followed by sexual assaults, rapes, exploitations, whatever, resulted in my home being bugged, my entire life being streamed on multiple dark web outlets, my Facebook being hacked for the last 10 months, all of my Apple devices - including the ENTIRE contents of my iCloud out for public consumption. For any and everyone to watch me whenever they please. Phase 1 was to make me look and seem crazy. While I’m not exactly sure what order the other phases were in, but I’ll list some:<br />Taking away every comfort and sense of security and privacy I had (especially in my own home) I SHOWER WITH FUCKING BATHING SUITS ON!!! Until they all “disappeared” - strange, right? So were the threats “you ARE to shower naked”<br />Robbing me blind. “Everything you love and care about will be gone” from my shoes and clothes to my nail polish and food. These trashbags let themselves in and out of my house whenever they feel like it. OR are told to. <br />Complete isolation. However it was done, money/threat, I am totally alone in this.<br />Total exploitation. I am being livestreamed right now for money. ALL of my private videos and photos ever taken since I’ve owned an iPhone are out on the internet.<br />Being made into a fucking disgusting monster. Since hacking my facebook and streaming me, they photoshop and manipulate what I’m doing so it looks like I’m what a couple of them are. A mother fucking beast. ( A FUCKING PEDOPHILE)<br />And last, but not least, poisoning. I’ve been buying “drugs” for years on and off and since the assaults started (and hopefully ended because I don’t leave my house much) I’ve been sold poison and they’ve been poisoning my poor dad and sweet angel baby dog, Layla. <br />So now, not only do I look and sound like I’ve TOTALLY lost my mind, it also looks like I’m a fucking monster and that I’m trying to harm the only two things I have left on this earth. Not to mention, my dad’s finances. These people “are set for life” when I die. And in the meantime, they’re making a fucking killing off of actually killing me and my family. These people who pay them from the livestream think I am everything they say I am and are paying by the item stolen, the rumors spread, the video posted, etc. So now, after YEARS of this, being harassed and bullied 24/7, poisoned, robbed, made to look insane and like a fucking monster, my choices are death or jail. <br />I am the ONLY person in this situation that is 110% innocent and this is happening to me because a few grown “men” have no selfcontrol or respect for women. Now I’m sick. I probably have every disease known to man and I have rat and roach poison coursing through my system. I had no idea this happened. I would’ve been fine being sick, thinking about it here and there like “How did this happen?” (Even though one time I did suspect something upon waking up, but like I said, I thought I was with a friend) I even tried to get a job, get clean, do the right thing that November. BUT unfortunately for me, “that just wouldn’t have been any fun”. So this is my life now. 32 years old, a mother fucking victim through and through and through and fucking through again, and it’s either death or jail. Period. <br />Wanna know what WOULD be the worst part if I had any sort of relationship with her????? Fine, fine, there you go again, twisting my arm, MY MOTHER FUCKING SISTER has been involved from the beginning. She’s spread/ing her own rumors about me to our entire family. I have NO idea why, but they believe her and don’t even acknowledge my existence. Now, I’m not gonna put her on blast just yet, because I’m not gonna lower myself. I’m just not that way. ",
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Knowing my mother was sick, he said his died while he was in jail….. she’d BEEN dead. So there I was, “no problem, I got you”. This mother fucker had a girlfriend and I was their ATM, unknowingly. (6 years later, and they’re STILL leeching, BTW) Now, I’m not sure when this started, but back-page/Craigslist got involved. And drugging me beyond repair. Because I don’t remember ANYTHING. Thank God, Satan or what have you. So I guess it was a competition between his Penny (knowingly on there) and myself. While they cashed in and I worked, took out loans, pawned stuff, asked for favor after favor to support “my boyfriend”. WHAT A FUCKING IDIOT, RIGHT?! This is now 4 years later and I just founds this out VERY recently. Enough of that. …for now.\nSomewhere along this disturbing journey through Tampa, FL, things take an even darker, more unsettling turn for me. \nMatt introduced me to quite a few people, some worse than others. Much, MUCH worse. For now, I’m gonna leave names out. FOR NOW. This is, after all, my first draft. \n\n“You were dead the second you met me”.\n\nMatt introduced me to this person and he became one of my main drug dealers. I spent QUITE a lot of money with this dude. There’s so SO much in between I want to include, but unless I feel like turning this into a book, it’s just gonna take too long. And to be honest, I am considering a book, now that I have this fancy $14 keyboard. HA. \nMy mother died November 2, 2019. VERY suddenly and unexpectedly, to me at least. I’m still devastated. I spent the better part of a year isolated and ruining, yet also somehow improving my mental health. Sometime after that, I started venturing out to my old haunts, drug dealers, near Tampa. Now I’m not sure if it was because of my isolation or what, but I guess my blinders were on because I thought I knew this person. No bad feeling, no gut/head argument, nothing. I felt relatively safe. For SUCH lack of better words, “a home away from home” type deal. Met some more new people, hung out there quite often. I would be up so many days in a row, over an hour from my house, I would fall asleep there. I couldn’t give you dates, but “I have it on good authority” that i was sexually assaulted. Multiple times. There’s even videos of it, if you know where to look or who to ask, I’m told. Wanna hear something gross? Ok, you twisted my arm, I’ll tell you… somehow my eyes were made to be open, so it looked like I was into this. Everyone who’s seen it thinks I did it for money or drugs. I’m the only person who has not seen these videos. Drugged by my own drinks from home. FUCKIN sick, right??\nNow let’s fast forward, rewind, whichever to November 2020. “We gave you one year to grieve your mother” and “Didn’t you wonder WHY we picked November 2!?”\nSick. I’ve since been told Matt “implanted me with something”. I started hearing “voices”. Now before you get ahead of yourself and start discrediting everything I’ve said, as if you just wasted your time, these voices were not in my head. They started in the closet in the place near Tampa, then outside my house, then finally my smoke detector in my room, my bathroom and my car. Now, again, just to reassure you, I went to doctors. Trust me, I went. I wanted it to be me and my time in isolation SO fucking badly, you have no idea. And you really never will. I hope nobody ever does. And for anyone who’s going through something like this now, or may in the future…. IT DOES NOT GET BETTER. It just fucking doesn’t. There’s no way out. MAYBE unless you have money or an immediate family member that’s got higher ranking than a police officer. I wouldn’t know anything about that. \n\nSo my multiple druggings followed by sexual assaults, rapes, exploitations, whatever, resulted in my home being bugged, my entire life being streamed on multiple dark web outlets, my Facebook being hacked for the last 10 months, all of my Apple devices - including the ENTIRE contents of my iCloud out for public consumption. For any and everyone to watch me whenever they please. Phase 1 was to make me look and seem crazy. While I’m not exactly sure what order the other phases were in, but I’ll list some:\nTaking away every comfort and sense of security and privacy I had (especially in my own home) I SHOWER WITH FUCKING BATHING SUITS ON!!! Until they all “disappeared” - strange, right? So were the threats “you ARE to shower naked”\nRobbing me blind. “Everything you love and care about will be gone” from my shoes and clothes to my nail polish and food. These trashbags let themselves in and out of my house whenever they feel like it. OR are told to. \nComplete isolation. However it was done, money/threat, I am totally alone in this.\nTotal exploitation. I am being livestreamed right now for money. ALL of my private videos and photos ever taken since I’ve owned an iPhone are out on the internet.\nBeing made into a fucking disgusting monster. Since hacking my facebook and streaming me, they photoshop and manipulate what I’m doing so it looks like I’m what a couple of them are. A mother fucking beast. ( A FUCKING PEDOPHILE)\nAnd last, but not least, poisoning. I’ve been buying “drugs” for years on and off and since the assaults started (and hopefully ended because I don’t leave my house much) I’ve been sold poison and they’ve been poisoning my poor dad and sweet angel baby dog, Layla. \nSo now, not only do I look and sound like I’ve TOTALLY lost my mind, it also looks like I’m a fucking monster and that I’m trying to harm the only two things I have left on this earth. Not to mention, my dad’s finances. These people “are set for life” when I die. And in the meantime, they’re making a fucking killing off of actually killing me and my family. These people who pay them from the livestream think I am everything they say I am and are paying by the item stolen, the rumors spread, the video posted, etc. So now, after YEARS of this, being harassed and bullied 24/7, poisoned, robbed, made to look insane and like a fucking monster, my choices are death or jail. \nI am the ONLY person in this situation that is 110% innocent and this is happening to me because a few grown “men” have no selfcontrol or respect for women. Now I’m sick. I probably have every disease known to man and I have rat and roach poison coursing through my system. I had no idea this happened. I would’ve been fine being sick, thinking about it here and there like “How did this happen?” (Even though one time I did suspect something upon waking up, but like I said, I thought I was with a friend) I even tried to get a job, get clean, do the right thing that November. BUT unfortunately for me, “that just wouldn’t have been any fun”. So this is my life now. 32 years old, a mother fucking victim through and through and through and fucking through again, and it’s either death or jail. Period. \nWanna know what WOULD be the worst part if I had any sort of relationship with her????? Fine, fine, there you go again, twisting my arm, MY MOTHER FUCKING SISTER has been involved from the beginning. She’s spread/ing her own rumors about me to our entire family. I have NO idea why, but they believe her and don’t even acknowledge my existence. Now, I’m not gonna put her on blast just yet, because I’m not gonna lower myself. I’m just not that way. ",
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