I Choose to Just Take It and Not Call the Police

Fire and police, what is it to be a mystical key from birth and have to fight those who use explosives and explosive personalities to legitimize their theories of deceit and rage against me for having ethics and morality?  It is very difficult to be that key.  I explain myself realistically, scientifically, and materially.  I take accounts point by point and deal with the disjoint of all of you well.  I am a de-escalation and demolitions expert, even in utero.  I am not a hero.  I am a zero to walk in the name of a lord we cannot see.  It is a reality of compassion and love that can never be in this realm.  I am that love, but I must hide away, my degrees and philosophies form the realities of you beings.  I am under siege here and the lack of you all caring leads to the empowerment of the underclass beings of deceit with mystical abilities complete who compete with me as a unity.  It is a challenge beyond challenges of all the almighties here and in the sea.  I work diligently in the night as my neighbors upstairs have threatened me with their flights of fancy, thus no sleep once again.  They sleep all day and creep and bang deep into the hours of slumber.  I direct them to stop.  No one calls the cops or management in my favor.  They are all part of the caper.  Maybe we deal with actual anal rapers, but no one will be honest with me, and I have tried, but was blocked by nonsense, to check the registry.  The flights of fancy have been many, but they do invade my privacy, have lookouts and cell phone calls and monitoring on me, bus monitoring, police monitoring, and across the way possible filming.  I used sign language when people were not there and now the shades are closed.  It was just and intuition that panned out.  My door has been run with sharp objects and I have been threatened from above afterwards.  It has also obviously been forced in some way this week as evidence does show.  Today a man called me the snitch who brought the about 10-car cop patrol and flicked me off and would not leave.  He said he had a knife.  I did escape with my life.  No one cares, but now I just guard my kitty as it is the silence of the lambs moment in the city.  You all play all day and night, and I just never want to fight.  Please just leave me and my cat alone and stop pretending YOU live in a battle zone.  My degrees are not fictitious and BOY is academia vicious because they are fake and cannot take a test or write a paper because all they do is rape her.  The her is me.  They are such fiends to just kill all the spirit I am, and I live in Afghanistan always.  There are no professionals and things you see on TV are much more fake than you know.  This is the LION of MGM who always tells the truth, and now you will have too too those who go against me because I am in front of the camera so very much of the time, very illegally.  Dr. Jennifer K. Mayer PhD 112