Another day in Perplandia.
Well, the perps destroyed more of my things. Not mine, exactly. The things broken belong to the complex. After returning home, I opened my cabinet draw, and when I tried to close it, it wouldn’t close. The drawer won’t stay up. It goes down. The part of the drawer that keeps it up someone broke. And my refrigerator has not been working properly in the last two days, so I checked it out to see if anything is wrong with it. I was removing the food from the freezer and noticed the part of the freezer that holds the fan was loose, so all the air was getting out. They unattached the part that keeps the fan running and keeps the food frozen. None of the food is frozen. I threw the food out because I don’t want to get sick.
The savages have absolutely nothing better to do. All the savages know is to destroy, destroy, destroy. They are act like two-year-olds. They can do whatever they want to me, or to the place I live, but don’t I dare complain to anyone, or say anything to them about what they’re doing to me. They will immediately turn around and begin to complain to the other savages. They’ll have fits, act hurt (oh, my heart breaks), and immediately go to the office and complain about what I’m doing to them. Of course, they’re angels. I’m the bad one. They have to be protected from violent me.
And now that their savage children are out of school, it’s even worse. I live on the second floor, and their little darlings are riding their bikes here on the second floor. The other day, I almost got hit by one of the bike riders. I have to be careful every time I step out of my apartment. It’s either some kid throwing rocks, or riding around on his bike.
I really, truly cannot stand these people. I moved to this place in August of 2012. I haven’t even been here a year yet, but the people who live in my complex are the lowest of the low. I don’t think people get any lower than the people who live here. If I move, things will not improve. It’ll be the same thing all over again. I just don’t know what to do anymore. There are few options left to me. Stay here and put up with low lifes, or move. And that’s not much of a choice.
I wish I had an answer. What to do? What to do?
Oh, what a hell of a life we targets live. I need a long, long vacation away from people, and to sleep for a month.
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