The machine spirits around me fail... The music goes quiet. A part of me feels that I will unfortunately survive. A part just wants to lay down and die.
In the end they’ve all failed me. The medical community. The people who have poisoned my sleeping quarters. Those who have failed to bring swift action or justice.
In a dark way I hope I die and rot for a while to make the room uninhabitable for some time as ironic retribution.
Perhaps I should have demanded to be removed but no one believed me despite the physical evidence. The failure of the medical world assuming it was a natural biological problem they l’d throw prescriptions at.
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The machine spirits around me fail... The music goes quiet. A part of me feels that I will unfortunately survive. A part just wants to lay down and die.
In the end they’ve all failed me. The medical community. The people who have poisoned my sleeping quarters. Those who have failed to bring swift action or justice.
In a dark way I hope I die and rot for a while to make the room uninhabitable for some time as ironic retribution.
Perhaps I should have demanded to be removed but no one believed me despite the physical evidence. The failure of the medical world assuming it was a natural biological problem they l’d throw prescriptions at.
I have been failed.
I am too tired to send more emails tonight.
I don’t have time.
I don’t have the energy.
My chest hurts.
I’m going to lay down.
I curse myself and humanity.
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