I still haven’t heard anything from the police regarding the second drugs raid on my property at the beginning of the month, my subsequent arrest then casual dismissal from police custody due to being medically unfit to remain there. I have long outstayed the time given to me from the day I was evicted. And today I buried my grandfather. I am living day to day on edge. Wondering whether it will be the police or bailiffs who bust through my front door. Whether I’ll be leaving

I’ve been trying to stop my landlord from evicting me since being arrested again. The police rang my landlord about the raid which is bad enough. But he’s just told me they also advised him to evict me and ensure I don’t continue living in the property. I’m fucking FUMING. Yes it’s true it’s a shitty area I live in, and people seem to constantly think they can just move in. Most recently was my best mates ex boyfriend. Who I found sleeping in my bed on return from the police

So I got released from custody for being medically unfit. But I dont know if im under investigation, going to be re-arrested, actually be charged with their ludicrous allegations of ‘concern in the supply of drugs’, or just…well…dropped because the realisation has dawned that im not a fucking drug dealer, nor am I concerned in the supply of drugs! The only supply of drugs in this entire fucked up situation, is the supply I buy to inhale. MYSELF. One of the officers who was pr

For eight God forsaken months I was imprisoned in my own home by a gang of drug dealers that forcefully gained entry to my property and took over to use it as their base to deal drugs from. They never had customers come to my home, they went out to meet them. They never bagged up in my home, they didn’t include me in their criminal activity, pay me in any way or give away any information into their heirachy and where they bought their drugs from, or what their real identities