Police have been round twice in the last few days. Saturday, inn the evening and an hour ago, just after 3.00 am. We were all in bed. They came round after someone complained about me talking to people on Twitter. Apparently I'm not isolated enough for Stafford police, I'm to be gagged from talking to anyone. It's a waste of my time trying to make a complaint because Stafford police are as corrupt as hell. But it's been taped. This time they pretended to be concerned about my mental health.
my mum is dead. Her funeral is on Monday. I can't go, my sister and God knows who else have taken charge of the funeral and I'm not allowed to have my partner with me, but my brother who abused me will be there. So that's that.
I wouldn't be surprised if Mum had cursed her money. She knew what would happen, she knew the vultures would swoop. At least I got to say goodbye to her. At least my last minutes with her were loving. I'll never forgive them for this, ever. Why did they do this? Why didn't they just take the money, but let me go to her funeral? I'll never speak to any of them again. My heart is broken into bits and pieces.
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