I sold everything I own and gave every last dime to US immigration services for them to process my paper work. Every last dime and I a still stuck in Jamaica. I did some things I am not proud of to get that paperwork going. Some really unclean things. Oh lord I wish I could wash my hands of those things. But I can’t. Stained. Scared. I really want to fly out but can’t afford that $250 ticket. The man that petitioned for me, he and I had a falling out. I hope he doesn’t go to immigration and get my green card revoked. Cause then all this would have been for nothing. I paid that bastard and he decieved me. Whatever. I really want to fly out before something bad happens to me. I don’t want to spend christmas on the streets, Jamaica is not a nice place. They stab anf throw broken bottles and acid at people like me. I’m don’t really like to beg people but if you want to help me here is my number: 1876 327 1462. I just need that ticket, that ticket to freedom from this hell.
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If I had that ticket, that peice of paper it would be more that enough retribution for all the things I’ve bled through.
yeah on “ross kemp on gangs” it shows just how bad jamaica can be some parts look like a warzone
it is not as bad as sudan but this place has a kind of wornout desperation to it
Hell is everywhere. Many, including myself, are from USA and here we are all on Suicideproject. May be not as violent as some parts of the world but still corrupted. I’m sorry to hear about your experience and what you’re going through on a daily basis. That’s how life is and that’s why the idea of ending it sounds so heartwarming.