What happened? Describe it in a short post.
I try to make my mind go blank. I see a gray square. It’s slowly losing its edge. I began to think about gang stalking… how did I end up having something like this happen to me?…but I don’t want to think about gang stalking…it’s depressing…I want to think in a positive way…I hear on the radio that Gaddafi’s Green Square is stormed by the rebels…I’m so happy…even though it’s not my world, I’m so happy for the rebels…my heart is full of love for the rebels…it’s amazing what people can carry out when they decide they’ve had enough of torture and no freedom…it gives me hope that someday the gang stalking will end…that’s I’ll be free of the chain around my neck…it’s all about hope…without hope, there is nothing…without hope there is nothing…must have hope that this terrible thing will end soon..must have hope…without hope, there is nothing…hope.