Sylvanna Devlin

I am trying to escape this building and my current stalker is still obsessed with taking my cat and my writing. And with my destruction.

Everyone in the building claims to hear me no matter how quietly I mutter. And when it’s more than a mere utterance they dare to complain. Like I want them to invade my privacy and lie about it.

I am tortured 24/7 always with continuous loops of invasive sound I can’t block out. Sometimes added to by “gaslighting raids” and sometimes with a loud (what sounds like high frequency sound) that makes it impossible to hear properly.

I’m surrounded by reality abuse, defamation of character, and the ever present sniping on the way past.

Now strangers here, unaware of the consequences, complain when I am rude.

I have to be on guard at all times, while being tortured.

It’s too much. It’s all been too much.

I am near the eve of escape and ready to protect my cat from that vicious bitch.

And check out of life.

I used to love everyone and everything.

Now I don’t.