I don’t know why my neighbors have conspired against me, but it’s always with the support of my landlord and literally nobody will tell me why. I didn’t do anything to deserve this. Living in my house is like being on house arrest, constantly monitored, tracked wherever I go. The new neighbor is no different than the old ones, more talking near me instead of to me, weird hints and obvious reactions to things like my returning home, but no direct communication. After reaching out to literally everyone I could think of in public service, I still have no answers. This has been going on for as long as I’ve lived here, almost two decades. Apparently, the only rights I have are the ones I fight to keep, but even then I have not been treated with respect by anyone – or they get run off by management. Why hasn’t anyone come talk to me about the death of my parents? Why are they so mean to me? I mean, this one cult leader of a trash man has targeted me and deprived me if anything he can, coopting family and neighbors alike, while absolutely nobody in the government will do anything to stop him. Nobody will help me. Nobody cares. I have done my best to be a good neighbor to everyone I have lived next to but only the problems and complaints have been collected, even lies told to deter people from wanting to be with me. I’ve never been so lonely, and things are not getting better. I’m surrounded by the greediest thieves and addicts, willing to deceive anyone to get more for themselves. Rights? I have only what I’m willing to defend. I still go where I want and do what I want, while these people are always hiding and cheating. Nobody will tell me why I get screamed at by strangers or why people are upset when I succeed. I was ignored and left in isolation for four days after Barbara died, literally deprived of any consolation. Then, a woman who identified herself as a federal agent was sent in with a stuffed bunny and all kinds of insulting questions. The only hugs I got were from her, but no answers about why I’m being treated this way. I was born and raised in this State and I pride myself on independence. Why would I not be supported as a citizen instead of being treated like a broken child? Only my parents ever thought of me as a broken child, while I have maintained my sovereignty as an adult even through alcoholism and bad health. I still take care of myself, and people only take advantage or try to stop me. It would be nice to have neighbors who want to see me succeed, would be even better if I had someone to water my plants when I’m gone. I don’t know why my vision of green lawns and neighborhood barbecues is so threatening to my landlord, or why this woman out in town always yells at me, or why people have gone so far out of their way to keep me from getting what I want. I don’t think anyone can relate to how lonely and isolated I am. I still do my best to treat other people the way I want to be treated, but I’m never given any credit for that, only criticized for any way that I fail. I’m just numb to the negativity, the facetiousness, the gossip and the lies. But it would be nice if I had a friend…