Charcoal is still smoking a bit. Rain has finally eased long enough for me to start the process. I'm about to have some alcohol and sleeping pills.
Stalker (not my ex, but fkn weirdo) you lose. Soon I'll be gone. You never had any chance of ever having a relationship with me. Now, you'll finally realise that you will never have me.
Victoria Police, thanks (not) for taking my previous home from me, unlawfully, and all because my ex was a cop. I tried to report the rapes and domestic violence, but you took my home, instead, as punishment for trying to report one of your own. That house was closer to employment and further education opportunities. For 10 years, I've been stuck living in hell, next door to a pervert whom you do nothing about. I have a court order on him, but you refuse to enforce it. Take my last house and shove it, sideways, right up your arses.
Before I go, here's one of my favourite songs. As I've said before, my paternal grandparents were musicians. My maternal grandmother was an usher in a theatre in The Netherlands and witnessed Anna Pavlova's last performance. My maternal grandfather had a wonderful and diverse record collection. I grew up listening to many music genres.
If I were to have a funeral, but I doubt anyone would turn up for it, I'd want this played. Ave Maria by Schubert
