I came here to get my funds up and help around the house, but ever since I got here I've been fighting a battle where I'm constantly moved around trafficked, I literally have individuals telling me to forget my friends and old female friends and telling me they have a girl picked out for me if a play along. I'm not with that. I don't like those crimes, I have little girls in the family. I can't even sleep without feeling someone moving, and flinching around under the floor boards. I'm a pretty confrontational person. I'm not the only one that doesn't like it. Individuals using Facebook as a form of body sales. And trafficking. If you put a picture up on Facebook your geo tags will bring that drama to your address. Why do you think people drink and smoke weed. Because the stuff the dont want you to know about is forcing itself onto you. Writing about it is a step before my last resort. They are evil individuals. Trying to keep me in some type of false world. Since I've been here 2 relatives have yet to move one car. Then someone was talking to me as if I was being held captive by some traffickers. Literally sounded very off. I have a very ME way of handling things like this. But smoothly things will start to be taken care of. I've walked in a 7 Eleven right when it started to rain, and it was cloudy, only to walk out and see the shining sun, with no sings of rain or clouds. I'm started to get fed up. The people that moved into this mobile home are cloned versions of the last ones that lived here. There’s an old lady with the same exact voice box who also whispers very weird things from time to time.
