I Dreamed of Being In A Normal Safe Place, As I Remembered It A Taylor Swift Song Played "A Safe Place".

The banging has been loud and the yelling too from the people upstairs, especially since the second tornado siren last night.  There are some times of silence.  I did call management to tell them I had called in the laundry machine outage that they told me to do personally.  I let them know that the banging is especially loud that the hate of me is great here.  I let them know of the gunned Jeep that hit me, the knife pulled on me, the fact that I have advanced degrees, am white surrounded by those who are not, and that I have dealt with weight gain issues.  I told them I know not why the hate is as it is, but to not let the tenants yell at THEM and be inappropriate.  Now that I have decompressed the 1029 Cop Bar rape with a call to the DOJ, I feel at ease, and I feel calmer than I have in an amount of time I cannot say.  The banging is difficult, but not what it used to be to me.  The hateful phone calls she makes really loud somehow are not as proud anymore in my heart and mind because she is now yelling out her own deceit and not getting anywhere this week.  It has all been a great lie on me set up by those who are great at hate of me and hold keys.  Oh well, this is hell, but I deal with it well.  I will eat with my mother and stepfather tomorrow and hopefully we can have privacy to just have a nice meal and pleasant conversation.  I now know to just walk away if that cannot be, and take a bus, actually.  I am a gentle spirit and hearing people speak knowledge of my life they should not have in my vicinity, especially while I eat, is terrifying.  Why don't you all try actually feeling fear and then judge me some more.  It is all a sex play for you and now my time is through.  I mean on this entry, not on Earth, actually.  Dr. Mayer PhD