Radio Frequencies?

It’s funny how all of the phrases that I heard growing up have eventually played out in my life. One of which is how misery loves company. I realize now that the main female stalking me is truly a miserable person who gets off on making me look bad with every person she can. She pretends to be a positive go getter/humanitarian but she’s really just a miserable, narrow minded, judgmental, phony, hypocrite. Whose ego is now too big for her body. This whole ordeal brings her tons of attention and keeps her in the loop socially. She spends every day here stalking me and rewriting reality. She changes everything that happens so that she looks like the glorified champion, and I look like the loser. “You are the loser” she says while I am writing this. She has no life outside of this situation, she says “you are my life” not right this minute but usually. Amanda M. there’s more to come. They are setting me up right now and using hypnosis to make me stop writing.

4:26 p.m. 10.15.22