Here's a bug I saw on a milkweed plant. It had the same colors that a monarch butterfly has and I wondered if somehow they are related.
I am the target of gang stalking. I've hinted at this in the past, but not spelled it out in detail because I feared no one would believe me. Now I don't care anymore. The stalking never ends and I want those who have any care for me at all to know what a burden I bear every minute of every day of my life. I cannot go for a simple walk around my neighborhood without being followed and harassed. This has been the state of my life for the last twenty (plus) years.
I have to pretend -- every day, all day -- that everything is "normal" and that I am okay. But life cannot be normal or okay when you are the target of stalking, as I am.