Where Things Stand Now.

So it's true, no one is helping me in any way. No one is helping, no one is correcting this horrible injustice, no one is correcting this abuse of my most fundamental rights. My very status, my access to the legal system that even a criminal would have. No one cares, and I am under some secret order to take drugs that I don't need and that I never agreed to that have already damaged me horribly and would only continue to damage me more if I took them I was told. All under secrecy that you wouldn't even be able to use with the worst felon. No one cares, no one feels responsible, no one feels the need to change what they are doing. It clearly was some kind of mistake and now have become a coverup, but that changes nothing it seems. And now my future is uncertain, with my handicap and my old age. Living my life this was and with all the damage they did. And I told you who I expect to pay for that, and I will keep repeating that for the rest of my life. The people who did this to me, the people who abused me since I was that little handicapped boy just trying to live a life. The police who were trying to take away my car while they let murderers and people with suspended licenses go free, and abuse to go on in my neighborhood unchecked. They are going to make sure I always have a car if I lose three of my limbs. Or if they have voice activated cars by then. And I will never stop saying that either. But people tell me nothing is being done, and I am beginning to believe them. No one cares about me, I still have little value and little worth in their eyes. They tell me nothing is being done, and things are only getting worse because I dared complain, and maybe I should just start believing them instead of holding on to hope that none of that is true and that they aren't really those kinds of people at heart.