Last month I woke up in my bedroom
As usual. But I had a feeling that when I die it will look exactly like my bedroom. But with no outside noises. No sounds at all. Like outer space outside the bedroom. Nothing there at all. I was at peace. My health is deteriorating and I’m suffering. I’m losing my home because of a ferengi landlord living in a large house overlooking a lake in Ridgefield CT. I have migraines and severe anxiety. Loaded bowel syndrome. And everyone on the block is harassing me. And colluding with police to bully me. I can’t survive this if I’m not out of here soon. My heart is going to fail.