Quiet time, what is that?
There is no quiet time for me. Ever! I long for a place to go to get some quiet time. That’s impossible with the gang stalking I’m experiencing. There’s nowhere I can hide and relax. Not in my apartment. Not on the street. Not in a store. Not in a restaurant. Not even in my bathroom. I’m hounded in the bathroom, too. So where do I turn for quiet? The only place I can. My computer or my small radio. I put on my computer and plug in my small radio and I get lost in the music. It’s not a great solution, but it works somewhat. There’s no other place for me to get lost. I guess my only real quiet time is when I’m able to doze off and get sleep.