Christian Thomas

#Theft of Innocence #Can Anybody Hear Me Mr. Undesirable Christian Thomas

Please understand that I don't advocate drugs or glorify violent acts. As I suffer the hardships customarily associated with mental illness and long-term drug involvement the pain is only magnified by the knowledge that I am solely responsible for what I have done to myself. It truly has been debilitating to know that my own arrogance and fear have been the cause of my pain. My life has been a mulling morass of dangled hopes and shattered expectations as I've tried to pull myself up to better stations. Nevertheless, I continue to try. I must, for if I quit all the things that make up my core beliefs and propaganda of failed relationships become true. All I ask of the reader is not to view these negative events as irrefutable proof that things will always turn out this way. The early exposure to sexual situations is doubtless a factor in a long history of deviant behaviors. A household of capital punishment is undoubtedly why I have a difficult time confronting abusive and manipulative women. I've made serious mistakes, and I'm remorseful for all the damage I've done: the homes I've broken and destroyed; the people I've caused to relapse: the lives I've devastated with long term drug involvement. Even after all that pain, I still didn't get it right. I landed in a remote corner of Arizona in the boarder town of Yuma, where things have gotten much worse for me. I've found myself involved in issue upon issue. Once I lost my foundation, the crack in my mental landscape became a rift. I slipped into a dark place wondering would I ever resurface. I started traveling into Mexico, going further and further becoming an accessory to things that will go unmentioned, until I crashed hard into a self-designed and inevitable purgatory. That reckless behavior got me a severed Achilles tendon and almost a one-way ticket to meet the devil face to face. People believe a number of stories about how certain people ended up dead. If I was a thief, I too would be a corpse. My punishment was severe. All I can say is sex traffic looks different than you would ever believe.