This is not spelled check or sentence structure. This raw and honest and WTF.
This will be my last post for a while, if I even come back to it. I am either having a nervous breakdown or whatever. I am beside myself at the level of crap that I went through, and continue to experience and mental illness by others that is clearly is reflecting something. It has been 22 years of non-stop shit and destruction of my life. And I don't know how to fix my situation any longer. I feel like I am in Earth hell and I spend the last three days smelling trash and feces, seven plus months of saying something and reporting it and I have called the police about verbal abuse to child and told that is just noise, child crying for hours or flipping out of the mother or the child, are not an issue, it is child per mother and he's "four".
That the Police officer would quote "enlighten me" to that there is no non-noise ordinance and or the nasty letter that I received from complex manager for filing the complaints, even with two other people filing. So, now anyone two reads this, future or anyone come back to will now know that being a spiritual being is not about the dreams, vision, or even experiences that I had. All those things aside have no meaning and in fact at this moment, they are useless to me.
Also let's not forget about the Forgotten People, as I write I have left my apartment to get air, be in nature and just out of my head. I sat in a parking lot. When I realized that a woman and dog were there among the cars. Trying not to seen or found out because is the question, as to what would happen to her and dog. This is where she lived in her car. No access to anything that we take for grant. People would say, well there is access to programs and outreaches and etc. These are under-funded and placement. This situation is not in a big city, this is rural area and extremely limited, if none, of access to so called programs and transportation.
This course is as we drive by getting are Dunkin coffee's, going to work or schools.
She would be a living ghost or non-player as it being called, when of course games are not real any true sense of the word. She and others are one of many that I seen other years. Seen is the word for it, because as we spend our time doing whatever with time, energy and monies. The forgotten live for the day, because they can't predict what will change of their situation, much less plan a future. So since, my heart-strings were pulled to what Frick, I have other choice words. I see her and her dog.
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