My eye (Photo credit: neuroticcamel)
Needles used for hand sewing (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
In the last week, my eyes have been very itchy. I had to rub them to get relief. Today, I woke up with the area around my eyes puffed up, and red. My eyes are so puffy, they look like slits. I know this is from all the pesticide sprayed down into my apartment. Last week, my lips were swollen, now it’s my eyes. As a matter of fact, my whole face looks like I have mumps or some disease. I really look awful. Good thing I have a pair of very dark sunglasses, otherwise, I wouldn’t be able to leave my apartment. I’m sure people would run from me. I know I would stay away from someone whose face looked like mine. I wonder what’s next? My whole body?
Sometimes I just feel so tired. Every time I think I might get a break something happens – they break my computer; food I think I have is gone; clothes I’m going to wear torn; go to put on my shoes and the heel is gone; charger to my phone, gone; my face lotion gone; toothpaste squeezed empty; my sugar is wet; bread broken into pieces; non-stop pesticide and insecticide sprayed on me; my sewing needles gone, etc. And on and on it goes every single day. The savages never stop their crap. I know they’re told to do damage to whatever we have, and believe me, they enjoy what they’re doing. There is nothing safe in my apartment; no matter how unimportant it is. They love to destroy whatever is in their sight. They’re like locust. After they come through my apartment, it looks like a locust field. A big, messy area. And everything destroyed.
I’m always fixing something, or have to buy something. There’s never any relief from the lowlifes. They’re like little children who have no control over themselves. I don’t think when they were growing up their parents taught them the difference between right and wrong. They have no trigger which tells them they’re doing wrong. It’s just go forth and do evil. And be good at it because you have no other talent.
In the meantime, we targets have to put up with the psychopaths. And endure day after day of misery, and the smell of pesticide. And a few hours of sleep; if we’re lucky.
I’m sick and tired of all the crap. I wish I could find an answer as to what to do.
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