My love without taste

I once knew a young guy with adipose tissue all around him. He was the sweetest men ever having words coming up to his head like cephalad. Although he was fat, he didn't really attracted me in any way. He took a biology class to see if he can make me fall in love with him by learning about life, but I wasn't interested at all. Instead I was learning more about oculist and how they interact with patients.
One day when he came to bring me roses to my house, the police was looking for a homocide hiding in the same street. Unfortanitely he got shot and hit in his cranium. I started crying and wanted that homocide to get decapitate as soon as possible. The police had a pedometer to calculate the mesure of the distance the bullet took to hit my admieror.
He was taken to the hospital with the lateral bullet on his head. I was feeling like if I had an epilapsy going on through my mind not knowing what to do. Mean while a phagocyte was developing inside his brain. "Can this be true?" I would ask myself. He was going to have an angiography in order to see deaper inside the injury. He didn't deserve dieing for me. His soul was abducting as far away from me and that got me scared. I started praying asking God to extend his life.The circumduction of my nerves led me to my spiritual death. I had to intercome with his family to let them know what went on. They told me that they came 4 his autograph, he died.I took them and he had disapered. My heart started pumping hard damaging even my pluera.
A sphycologist would have to interrogate me on this story. I would have to prevent pseudologia fantastica in order for people to believe me. This story made me feel crazy, I even had an influence with an cystitis desease after this crisis. I started developing an epidemic desease inside of me, and was told that I was going to die. Everyone thought I was crazy until that guy appeared one day there at the hospital. After that day the hospital was closed and cause many people to obtain hepatitis. Was it a bad spirit? Who knows, but this story is just written in the government in order for people not to know on what land they are living on. It can even be the land your living on now!!!! Learn more about were your feet are stepping. The history of every land is important. Also make sure not to interact with strangers they can be ghost or even angels.