Tonight.

My friend across the street and I had some text communications tonight. And again he keeps repeating that I am living beyond my means. Hinting again that some radical steps might have to be taken to deal with it. But deal with it and with me like I have been up till now, secretly behind my back and without my consent. I explained to him I am not living beyond my means. I don't wear jewelry and often buy thrift store clothes. I am down to buying expired foods, and the best things in life that I enjoy the most are inexpensive and even free. I just don't think there was ever enough for me to live on. My understanding is that most mentally ill and even handicapped people never have enough to live on. And I told him. The solution is simple. I was misdiagnosed, I was harmed by medicine, I had my most basic rights violated and all of this is obviously just a cover up now. I think it probably became around 2014, as I said. The people who did that to me should see to it that I always have what I need. I happy life with dignity after they denied me those things for so many years. But he wouldn't listen. It's almost as if he has some foreknowledge of something, maybe something the people in my life are planning. I know when I called him when I was forcibly taken to Sinai-Grace hospital last summer, he claimed not to know what was going on. Then he let too much information slip and hung up the phone in my ear. And now he denies all of that. And here I am, I still have no rights. I still am lower that the lowest criminal. While criminals like my Uncle Al and even the criminals in the city I live are never treated that way. Their rights and freedoms are never questioned. Nothing is being done to hurt them behind their back. No one is trying to take away their nice things. Or make them feel again they aren't entitled to it, even though I resolved long ago I wouldn't let that happen this time. But nothing is being done. And I did nothing to deserve this. The law should have come to my rescue by now. And if the police, judges and paramedics have sovereign immunity, though even that is just impossible, I already said. Go after the people who harmed me that don't. My doctors told me that this going on, I would never believe a lie now. There was a time briefly when I reached out to judge Milton Mack when I might have still trusted them and believed them. But not anymore, and now I know that they are capable too. And like I said, if this is all about how their constant and horrible abuse, which as I said is well documented, led to panic and almost my suicide sometimes, the solution to that then is simple. They will regain my trust and solve all of that when I see some real justice and some real accountability. When I see change. When I see them no longer treat me as an object to be discarded and left alone. Like the police and first responders were still trying to do with my car as late as 2013. When I see all of that I will be satisfied that something has been done. But I lose more and more trust as time goes by. And eventually even that might have no meaning to me.