The Universe's exploding, 'cause of one man's lie

Reno ([email protected])
Sat, 10 Oct 1998 13:04:38 +0200 (CEST)

A few days after this mail, someone will be giving you an URL with a
detailed story about a person, whose childish percistance will result in a
man's 'disappearance'. A story dealing with her home in CA, her abusive
childhood, her manipulative ways to see 2578 popmart shows without being
able to afford even one, her current situation, louise b, her mental and
physical shortcomings and so on. Maybe it'll just deal with U2, but what do
I care. Actually, it'll be uploaded to 3 or 4 servers, just in case. I'll
take this very personally, yes. I didn't thing I would do this, but don't
care no longer.

This is what a man in desperation is to do. The person I am talking about is
an ol' aquitance of you, Anna Hight, formerly known as Aingeal.

You know, everyone has his or her problems, which s/he has to deal with. I
do too, and I dealt with it to my best capacities. But in the end, I'm
needing the one that I hate the most, to survive. A psychosomatic reaction
causes me to get paralysed, literally.. because of what she's been doing to
me for months. I need energy.. energy to live. Energy is to live.. I have
none now.. she equals energy to me, hence I need her. I NEED TO FEEL AGAIN.
I tried other ways to survive.. didn't last.
She does not agree, which is in her own right, but it's the way *I* perceive
it. She says she can't help, yet I find she's the only person who can (long
story). But she doesn't even try! Not even trying doesn't make her less
responsible. Fact is, she doesn't _want_ to help me. All she needs to do is
to talk.. but apparently that is too much asked. I am aware that talking
about a person this way is a low thing to do (wait until you get the
details) but when you're balancing on the sledge, you grasp at everything
that comes by. I need one final push.. do it, Anna.. and put an end this agony.

She, and her so-called friends, will probably tell you she can not help..
picturing me as a loony or as a freak (both, very likely) pleading herself
free from every blame.. telling you what I should have done.. telling you
what I did to her, and yes, I admit I made a few mistakes more than 6 months
ago. What should I do to say I am sorry.. hire an elephant and cross the
atlantic? Her imagination took my mistakes to new hights. She freaked out..
No one deserves a treat like I got. Believe her or not, it doesn't matter.
She's very good at manipulating people to her own benefit, so don't believe
everything she says. She makes up stories to black me. it doesn't matter.
fact is that it's pushing me over the edge (take.me.closer.to.the.edge)
You'll have a killer amongst you.. how does that feel.

Anyway.. I just found you should know. If you think you can make a
difference, please do, as for it might safe me in time. Do not bother to
email me, as I won't be checking my email no more. Call or email her, as the
kind people she lives with can reach me. A sincere thank-you to the people
who did try to make me change my mind..

I'm sorry, allright

Signing off
-Reno van Dael.

'to hurt is to feel'

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