Unbelievable how insulting people can be… after my last post, both neighbors have made a poignant effort to engage in very public small talk, so now I guess my complaint about being ignored just makes me look crazy. I got a bunch of ‘talking near me’ harassment, though my complaint was that people have dropped bizarre hints about my family instead of actually talking to me about my parents. I’m really tired of people who prefer to talk about me behind my back and use whatever I say (or write) back at me. It’s not just disrespectful, it’s abusive. This has gone on for way too long. I have every reason to believe that both of my neighbors are up on what’s happened with my family, management, and other people in the park… and I’m still left out. I think it was a piece of property they made me sign away in that apartment in Philomath, heart breaking because I was with people I had thought were friends. I’m still surrounded by drug addicts and thieves. Why my property manager keeps enabling anyone who would deprive me, I don’t know – apparently, it’s their religion. Nobody cares about me. All I’ve asked for is some answers. I have written and asked, many, many times to many people. I have dedicated a big part of my life and this website to documenting my efforts. The police have tons more documentation, but I’m still treated like a potential threat and otherwise ignored. No answers. Just a bunch of pretentious people acting like friends and neighbors. I guess nobody wants to talk to me about inheritance or land. I don’t know why I’m regularly harassed by strangers tugging on an earlobe, or flipping me off, or smelling their fingers, but literally nobody will acknowledge this site or even offer me a hug. Nobody wants to talk to me, just about me. Nothing has changed. I may spend the rest of my life dreaming of a woman who cares about me and a place where I can build a fire and grow a garden. Nevermind friends and family, I’m on my own. Even if this is ignored or tested with the utmost of disrespect, I’ll continue to express myself. I’ve passed up a lot of photos and still have a ton of unfinished projects, all a result of ongoing depression. I’m still criticized for any amount of frustration, or any mistakes I make. And I’m still succeeding with my goals, even without any social support. I don’t know why people would rather see me defeated. I was always the one who wanted to share. This is just another lonely echo…