Conclusions.

There are some things I just don't understand about this horrible nightmare that has become my life, this horrible nightmare that has become my life and that I will now have to live thru with the limited time that I have been left with. I have been horribly damaged, I have been horribly damaged in the worst way possible. And there's no way anyone can be held accountable for that? There's no way they can be made to pay now for all the expensive care I will now need, going into my old age and with all the special needs I have? I will yet again have to manage all by myself? And deal with it all? And live this way? And struggle and fight this way for the rest of my life? All while I spend the rest of my life doing that, and blaming myself too? Because it was none of their faults that they did that. But it is somehow my fault that I dare complain? No, I refuse to do that and all those people are going to pay. Pay and be held accountable for what they did to me. And exposed too. But my neighborhood friend thinks otherwise. And so he destroys what little peace I had, texting me to say that.