My family is really harrassing me. Buro, my husband and my father are forcing me to take sedatives on behalf of all their shit friends and Pa has also taken a life insurance policy for me in which I just want to let him know he has lost all his money.
Insurance is wrong. Life insurance gets murderers to murder those insured. Nobody ever receives insurance money.
I wish Buro would stop believing doctors are amazing people and also hope the same thing for Hubbard and Pa. I'm being forced to take sedatives, wear socks and shoes and roam around as I'm fighting to get my children to me and earn money through Tarot, painting and writing. Pipi is so stupid. Such a stupid human being.
Buro just blasted me because some shit cop told him he is always right. He should stop blasting me and blast the real people who meed help.
I believe he has insured Kit and Melon and my family should really stop hoping for the money to return. Insurance money never comes back.
In other news Arun has gone incommunicado.
I am feeling:
Happy
Fulfilled
So happy that I blasted Buro
Eager to work into the night which I think from now I will be allowed to do.
Times of India is the shittiest paper in the history of papers. It should really close shop. Derrick Dsa is an ass and so is Partha Sinha. I wish these journalists would just stop harrassing me into the night. And I wish people would let me work.
I am grateful for the money I have and God's infinite love, Grace and blessings in my life.
I am grateful for the money I have that is multiplying.
I am grateful for the food I eat.
Love,
Me.
8.49 pm
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