Being guilty for being too honest !

I am living in a country in which I am even unable to spend my time as the most I love! For example reading, writing and learning English. The most beautiful, useful and valuable language of the World.

For example, spending my time watching American films that wrote the history of cinema.

For example, eating what the most I like - sandwich, potatoes, rice, fish, etc etc etc…

Even these things, without an economic value that coming back - create, generate interest, envy to let unknown people get in the rude, empty flat in which actually I am guest.

There’s a wickedness that goes over every imaginary thought. Even when you are focused on yourself - fully disconnected from a World - where months ago - you were a bit interested in leaving a memory about what you really are despite today, where absolutely the more you are isolated, disconnected, forgotten by people the more you feel, physically and mentally, better.

The more you don’t wanna be heard, visible, known the more someone breaks your “balls” using addictions, expired pills or I have no idea what else anymore. The only fact is that I feel worse and worse without a reason. There’s a sort of persecution based on who essentially you are and not for what hypothetically, virtually may you own - in theory - just like a “billionaire” but coming back on my own - saving some penny in a second wallet avoiding bad surprises at the cash check while I am paying the bill for food. Do you know what I mean? That’s my real life. Not enough money to pay bills but continuously under investigation for “ghosts” that never existed, existing and never won’t exist!

My opinion!? I am guilty to have done the following reports/complaints protecting my back not surely to persecute anyone:

1) I sold family’s gold for some hundreds of euros more than a decade ago - when I was teenager - I guess, 13/14 years old, just to feel me at the same conditions with my co-friends. What use did I do ? I bought a TV, my first new PlayStation and some video games - because I was tired, humiliated and embarrassed every fuck*** time to ask a favor, be gentle, kind questioning my friends : may we play a game, today - I don’t have one!

2) Having done some visits into hotels and b&b to release my hormones after for years I kept on my side - an unfortunate girlfriend that was serving what my, biological and not, parents said to do!

3) Having complained a band of criminals - burning toxic waste everywhere, all the time with heights that overtook at least 5-6 meters compromising the health of my lungs. I am speaking about, at least, 10 years of 🔥 in the nearby where usually I was working, living and enjoying my free time. Not taking seriously in consideration all the lands in the nearby - seeding vegetables, fruit and cereals (I don’t wanna think about the quantity of dioxins on them).

4) Having first reclaimed and then complained a fake act on which - virtually - I was and am owner of insignificant properties including a sum of money was - also destined - to me and instead stolen by familiars. Owner on paper and “victim” in the facts. No chances to sell, rent, donate them! Unable to do anything - even asking for national helps for homeless and disadvantaged people. My grandma died for lung cancer after a decade of fighting for survive. After having wrote a testament on which, after, have been a lot of struggles between her siblings (my uncles and father). The day before the death - scheduled - all the money disappeared from the bank account. Part of it - theoretically was also destined to me. Same history, same health disease, same procedures. I am reflecting what my grandma did. Just for revenge. The only difference is I complained everything to the Police but still unable to make a son (for my own choice - for the safety of my future son). I always prayed and believed in God and always I will do. Wheel spins!

5) Having asked formally and politely to change my family’s credentials after a Governmental statement came into the postal address for hypothetical involvements of my family and others’ in bad, criminal environments (at that time unthinkable, unbelievable - such that I lost my mind in saving their back on it) - then, revealed “true”. They were exactly what police described. It was an alert, warning that I had to take immediately in consideration - flying away. Instead, I tried to save their back - renouncing at all.

That’s my life! Be guilty for being too correct. To be myself, to have started to focus on myself - freely - not asking any money to anyone, ehh! I am only studying English! Dying or not, it may like or not, they continue to poison me, being not respectful and without any form of human right!

My life is not human! My life is a shit.

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