This is my diary
This is my diary
Let us begin with this as they try to use lies to justify it. This is my real criminal history. I am innocent.
The reason we struggle to cuddle
This is not a normal Emma Mattress, I paid a lot of money for it. I spent thousands and thousands building a life for us both here. My entire life savings. This bed is hurting our backs. It got so bad both me and her woke up in serious pain. There appear to be holes in the bed. This is how I believe it was administered. My pillows were often smelling of a strange smell of a sort of burnt smell or medical waste. I wanted to give the best life to her. I love her. This is not the life we dreamed of please give us a chance. I pleaded for another property and normal treatment. They make the women who love me hurt me. Please humanity!
My medical treatment. With a serious foot problem I am told I am mentally ill.
I cannot see my credit card I am kept in debt so I starve. The charges pile up and I am left penniless.
I wouldn't usually want to share this.
They gave me hormonal drugs and chemicals so I could not sleep with her and so they could sleep with her instead. They told me she was an “alien shapeshifter” She was forced to do things to me that made us both cry and hold each other. It does improve after some time.
For my dignity this is how it is when these drugs are not administered at the moment and before
We tried to stay together. They kept saying take the ring off her finger “we want her for our selfishness”
I was sometimes looking well. Sometimes what they did made me ill, we put on a brave face.
Our Paintings
I painted this to represent where me and Sureka first had our kiss on a bench in Chelmsford park and where I proposed to her. It also represents all the women and husbands and fiances and boyfriends who have had their partners taken and sexually exploited. It represents our love, Rose, from Jack.
The experiments become too hard to ignore and deal with and we have to live apart. I plead for another home.
This how now been fixed it was terrible
At times I was drugged on hallucinogenic drugs. I would sit ranting for hours and hours. I cannot remember what I was saying. She was away for days I was on my own. It would take days to recover. I could barely stand up for days. Please help us. I love her. She would be told what to say and sigh under her breath hate speech. When we were on our own she would tell me I am so sorry I love you. Please help us.
When the hallucinogenic and dangerous drugs were administered I would be bedridden for days. I cannot remember what I was saying prior to this. It was very hard I stayed strong and held on to seeing her again.
The injection site...
I believe this injection site was how things were administered. I saw blue latex gloves on my bed…
I plead to move…
