I don’t want Centrelink payments. I’ll fuck Centrelink if they pay me that miserable measly sum any more. I just don’t want it. Get fucked Centrelink. Destroy you. Get fucked. Fuck your peanuts and crumbs. Curse you all to destruction. I don’t want to pay my rent. I don’t owe anybody anything. Get fucked! You are all pandering to that evil treacherous Prakash Saint Paul. Destroy that Prakash Saint Paul!
Anthony Albanese, though you represent my brother. I don’t want you or any one who wants me to shake hands with Prakash Saint Paul. I will never forgive Prakash Saint Paul!
Fuck you WordPress! Fuck you US reader! Fuck you Trump! You all have no regard for me. Just because I told you all how much I am suffering, you all are compelling me to have sex with Prakash Saint Paul, the most repulsive evil creature to me! I’ll destroy you all! Fuck you all! Ruin on you all!
Fuck you all! You have no sympathy for me! You all want to use and abuse me. I abandon you all. You only all want to protect your own selfish interests. I suffered terribly for an eternity because of Prakash Saint Paul’s treachery. I will never forgive him. Don’t you all dare to cook up a peace between him and me. I’ll destroy you all. FUCK OFF!
I just couldn’t be bothered living any more. After suffering and being tortured so much, I have no aspiration and appetite for anything. I never asked for anything from anyone in my life, despite sacificing so much, anyway. I just can’t get rid of Prakash Saint Paul. After all this unbearable suffering and torture, I’m only going to end up with him. It is too horribly, horrendously repulsive for me. I want to go from this world. I just can’t imagine I can cope with that outcome! I want to go!
What a waste of my life? How much terrible, terrible terrible suffering I’ve been through! And it’s all ending in breakdown!
I want to place an IVO restraining order on Prakash Saint Paul and Jashmina. I am being relentlessly harassed and bullied by them. I am just going through unimaginable physical torture and am having a breakdown!
Jashmina is destroying me! Every time I love her, she join hands with Prakash Saint Paul in sabotaging me. I am going through much too unbearable physical torture. I can’t keep copping this continuous treachery as well!
I suffered too much all my life, I thought it was my duty so I did it. I was treacherised and deceived all along the way, I took it with grace still thinking it was my duty, though my suffering worsened day by day. I can’t help my blindfolds, I can’t help my treachery but now the physical torture is much too terribly unbearable. I’m having a breakdown, and am still thinking I’m doing what I have to do. I can’t cop this any more, it’s too unbearable. I want to go from this world.
I may just have to commit suicide. The torture is too too unbearable! It’s all because of that creep Prakash Saint Paul refusing to get fucked from my life, when I want him to!
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