St Kilda Town Hall — Attraction in Melbourne

i have been treated in an evil way in my hometown, St Kilda. i feel terrorized by evil people who try to cover up their evil crime. In year 2012 AD i was assaulted by Victoria Police after a unfair accusation, their guns and pride made me feel very afraid, and i thought i had a right to be silent, and when i tried to they forced me into a ambulance and i was drugged, and felt terrified and wanted to scream. And it ruined more than 10 years of my time, because the substances the Psychiatrists forced into me, prevented me from portraying properly or playing the piano or writing music - that i studied to do for many years. And since then i have written much, but none of them were truly willing to help. They were unwilling to hear me and treated me as less than some animals. It hurts to work overtime for many years and to earn absolutely nothing for it, because of obedience to Crisis Assessment and Treatment Team, who forbade me from employment.

By the time i managed to wake up, after ceasing recommended substances, i found myself to be an old person who had barely lived life, and constantly relive those same events, almost every day, in memory.

i am sorry for being insufficient and not deserved a private and peaceful family life, with an actual Wife who i love, and who also loves me.

It is difficult to find confidence to approach others anymore, when an uneducated person such as me, is not ready or prepared to be part of a Family. Because these people have proven themselves untrustworthy, and often one works overtime but is not paid for any of it. They didn't bother to solve, and it seemed more a way to spy on others and to silence them. They could have helped, but it seems that would only have considered to, if they were pressured into it. Otherwise it seemed basically about money and power, and it didn't matter if they caught very bad people or very good people, because they don't seem to care about others all that much, and would probably have been unwilling to tolerate the same as they inflicted on others.

And because of my lacking confidence, and eventually the decreased clarity of my thinking that was the result of various drugs forced upon me, the people who i became in love with tended to abandon me. And though it could have been solved, those people were not so willing to, even having seemingly been employed to. And i worked very much unpaid hoping that my life could progress in a good way, but it is very difficult for me, after such experiences.

i visited the St Kilda Town Hall, some months ago to talk about the situation, gave to them (i think, one at the desk, who also used to go to Surabaya near Acland Street, and though i used to play the piano there, that place became seemingly disgusting to me, the main reason to visit was the piano) a way to contact me, but they seemingly have ignored me and did not contact me.

i hate this hometown St Kilda. They treated me not how i hoped to be treated, and being from a broken home, it inclined me to feel misled. i spent much time picking up trash on the street. Many of them are like loud dogs who shit everywhere, and are unwilling to clean up after themselves. Recently, every time i went outside, further than the tree, there was rubbish on the streets, it's filthy. Yet when i tried to greet some of them, they sometimes even became angry, so i generally stopped to. Many seemed to walk with dogs, and ones in the high school i attended often called me 'dog', it made me feel worthless. And Females with dogs inclined me to feel even more worthless - i hoped to be Married, but they love dogs more than to react to others as friends. Sometimes they cleaned up after their dogs.

(with exceptions such as, truer statements like, "Bob-Is-Not-My-Uncle", the words in the scores are often the quotes from Australia, reminding me of dog shit wrapped in plastic i picked up, and some of the people i have dealt with, and the music itself is not very good either - these people leave dog shit in bags nearby, therefore they remind me of the dogs and their shit, they have...

Visited here for the St Kilda Film Festival opening night after party. Lucky to get park in street. Nice old building, like all of these types are, and a great big function room where the food was in abundance abd the drinks were flowing. Had sparkling and husband had red. Also liked the way big screens at either end showing clips of...

A greedy council taking our rates for pointless projects like St Kilda Triangle that were not needed and costing us millions with nothing to show for it. At the same time the recycling contract has collapsed due to incompetence of the contractor who is taking payment under false...