Lately, I’ve thought that I have to do something about what is happening to me. But what, I don’t know? There seems to be no way out of this hell I’m experiencing. This gang stalking has been with me now going on four years. And no matter which way I turn, there seems to be no answer. There are a few things I could do to end this, but it’s a coward’s way out. I’ve never been a coward, and I don’t intend to start being one. I just wish I could find some help. Some journalist who is willing to tell the stories of people who are suffering the same fate I am.
After four years of gang stalking, I’m tired. I can barely get out of bed in the morning, but I force myself to get up, take a shower and get dressed. I have no bed, so I’ve been sleeping on the floor. And sleeping on the has taken a toll on my body. My body has scars from all the pesticide that’s sprayed on me. My nails look dirty. The pesticide gets inside my nails. My nails don’t grow anymore. My hair has become dry and brittle. When I look at things, my eyes see double images. The bottom of my feet have lots of scars from the pesticide. I really don’t know how long I can continue with this horrible life I’m living.
The pesticide is bad enough, but I have to put with so much abuse from other people. There’s not a moment I’m left alone. There’s always someone trying to make my life miserable. I don’t understand how people can be so evil. No one can tell me that people are good, because I know they’re not. If people were basically good, I wouldn’t be going through the hell I have to face every day.
I guess you can tell I’m not having a good day today. Most times I’m okay, but there are days, I just want to die. I just want this hell to end.
Don’t worry, I’m not going to do anything. I just had to let this out. There’s no one I can talk with. It’s a release when things build up inside of me too much.
(You see the photo with the backpack, this is the way the gang stalkers walk around. They have backpacks on their backs and have a sprayer attached inside. This sprayer is large, but the ones the gang stalkers use are very small and cannot be seen by most people. And their backpacks are also smaller. )
P.S. They’ve erased my blog about five times already. I don’t forget what I type, so I just retype. And I feel better already letting you know what’s going on.
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