Ultimo post do blog antigo

Before this blog ends I feel like sharing this story. 

My older brother had ticks. Everytime he would pay a visit I would not be able to sleep due to tick bites, mostly in my ass and inside of my ears. 
This lack of sleep was driving me insane. And the ticks never left me. It has been longer than four years, and it might be more than eleven years. I was just not that lazy before so I would take a bath when I felt something wrong. 
The lack of sleep can actually cause delusions, but that was just a minor side effect. Being tired and not able to think due to a exhausted brain was the main problem. 
With age a greater patience came, and I was able to realize what was going on. Not before I broke my arm trying to stop the ticks from coming here. 
Yeah, the host did not care about infesting me. I told him that he had them, and that they did not let me sleep, but it was not enough. 
You can't make people that get you money angry, or you may not get any money at all. He is legally an owner of this apartment, as I am. 
I have learned, the hard way, that it does not matter how much you get, it is not worth losing your sanity. 
I should have told him not to come anymore. But it was not going to work. 
At his last visit I had my arm broken. It worked. If I died it would also have been a success. 
The police required some explanation and it was given. 
I am still infested even though it was over an year ago. 
Using the proper soap I may be able to get rid of this infestation. I also have some powder to drop on places that may have these insects. 
The whole flooring was changed after I went to the hospital and that took care of almost all of the ticks. 
Life is enjoyable once again. I can finally rest at night. 

I did not tell that the delusions were used against me. The host's wife, our cousin, wanted the money from the apartment. She tried to be friendly while plotting her plan. 
The other brother also wanted this money. Our mother does not care about me, so she accepted their desire. 
I had to fight my way into saving my own home from family members that are not worth more than any backstabber that will pretend to be a friend and try to kill you when you turn around. Our father seems to be a reasonable person, but he just did not care anymore. He gave us this home and left to have other children. 
I am now thirty-one years old and life is not a burden to get rid of.