yeah, something kept telling me to research cult manipulation, for some reason, the Voice of God i guess... yeah... a little later i actually saw the mind parasite that was in me that made me vulnerable too, on an accidentally too high dose of the best meth i've ever used lol... that was the point at which the idea to write that text started
i totally forgot about that, yeah, i got out of all that other shit and then omg the landlady of the place i ended up renting was a psycho, as well... probably shouldn't be surprised considering two articles of furniture in the house was a chandelier with the mitsubishi logo, which i am pretty sure is a satanic symbol, and a big silver plated dish, moroccan style, on the lounge table, with a big fat hexagram etched into it
after she comes around to inspect, violating what i consider to be my privacy by bringing her husband in, who was not on the lease, and asking me if that was ok at like 20 minutes notice, lol... basically i called up the friend who got me the good meth and asked him to help me out with some transport, basically gave away a heap of nice things i had so i could get the fuck out
shortly after that i managed to land the job in varna and that was that
