April 2021

4-1-21
1. Got paid with my check, but one more time I’m left going what the fuck am I going to do. I know EXACTLY what is going to take place this month. . I sit and cry. I take the $80 and I pay rent with it. $82 rent for 1 day. I can’t do this. Not like this. And I’ve really ran so many times, I’ve completely ran out of places..and people who I thought wee my friends to go to. I just don’t know what to do anymore.
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4.2.21
1. had to physically put all the numbers in to pay for rent for the week on my SSI Card
2. SSI card is being declined from doing a transfer into my Cash App Account
3. Go to usdirectexpress.com to log in to find out why my card is declining the transfer. I find my security question is NOT there for me to know my answer. All I see is just a question mark with no question. Therefore, I can NOT recover my online account from my social security money. My ONLY means of survival
4. Spend most of my day looking for things that SHOULD BE in my clouds, that I could NOT find, went to look in my recycle bins. I found the folders in the recycling bin…all the content that I was looking for, wasn’t there. Apparently being completely deleted.
5. Was looking through my Facebook messenger, looking over all the conversations I’ve had, I’ve never deleted anything. Never really go to it enough to think about deleting anything. I started being able to recognize more names. With that in mind, IM NOW REALIZING THIS HAS REALLY BEEN GOING ON ITS SEEMS SINCE 2015.

People all of sudden just messaging me out of no where…now that I look back..ALL THESE PEOPLE WERE FROM TEXAS WHILE I WAS LIVING IN PENNSYLVANIA!
6. At 12:10 AM Noise Disturance Campaign Next door in 401. Slamming the door continually for 10 mins so hard the walls shake. Of course, this “Slamming of the door next door, causes me to completely jump out of my skin WITH EACH AND EVERY SLAM & BANG THEY MAKE FOR THOSE TEN MINUTES.
7. After telling someone about watching my desktop be remotely controlled the other day, I go to check my settings. And of course guess what I found? ALL of the remote settings set to share my computer remotely. I KNOW I PERSONALLY HAVE MADE SURE THE REMOTE SETTINGS WERE OFF.
8. I FINALLY get a little bit of sleep, wake up exhausted as hell though. I have NOT been myself all day, been very”off” and exhausted. Not sure to mention that EVERY TIME I ATTEMPTED TO DO SOMETHING…IT WAS JUST FUCKED UP TO DO IT, AND DIDN’T HAVE THE ENERGY TO MESS WITH ANY OF IT.
9. I pay rent FOR ONE WEEK…$389 WHAT AM I GOING TO DO FOR 3 WEEKS? I try not to think about it.
All of these things combined have completely left me shivering and shaking all day long. My whole body just vibrating all day long. I feel like my whole life force has completely been sucked out of me.
10. The pitch in my left ear just got VERY HIGH PITCHED. 7:52PM
11. I talk to tristen this morning in passing. He says he has been busy with being shorthanded with work. Further making me feel so fucking alienated. I saw that bitch pebbles is his group room on kik..so I guess that looks to be a planned thing for me to see.. KNOWING SHE WAS PART REASON OF CAUSING ME TO LOSE MY PLACE. my only contact I haven’t been hearing from that much lately.

I don’t know what to do. I’m so fucking scared. Everybody just minimizes and down plays it.

But I mean..I know NOW I’VE BEEN 24/7 SURVEILLANCE FOR YEARS NOW.NOW IM SO FUCKING CORNERED I CAN’T DO ANYTHING OR FIND ANY FUCKING WAY OF GETTING OUT AWAY FROM ALL THIS. I JUST TURNED THE TV OFF AND LAID HERE CRYING… EXHAUSTED

And the day isn’t over yet. 7:34 pm

4-3-21
1. Had dreams all night long about my computer being locked and put under ransom. When I woke up I started doing back up, and backing up my blogs from the website as well.
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4-4-21

4-6-21

Name: Blanket Date & Time: 10:21 PM

Sends screening form in, Says from Erotic Monkey

Info Given: Name: Alex J Thomas Email: blanket19996@gmail.com (took notice name, he is in kik groups), Age: 26, Phone: 830-208-0119, City: SA, Pic: someone but NOT HOLDING ID,

PERP BEHAVIOR: Doesn’t Follow Directions, Doesn’t Respect 24 he minimum Notice therefore crosses boundaries, Sends “a pic” DIRECTLY NOT FOLLOWING DIRECTIONS, Does not send Deposit, Does Not send email AFTER deposit is made to confirm

Other Noteables: Kik Groups. Kik has constantly been a common denominator.

Explanation: It’s April 6th, my check is TOTALLY fucking gone. For the rest of the month, I stay sick to my stomach worried, I HAVE GONE HUNGRY TODAY (Day 1), no cigarettes, no Mountain Dew, and to stay where I’m at NOW is $378 for a week WITH taxes A WEEK.

NOTHING BUT CONSTANT STRESS since March 12th when Raceready “ran into me.” From continually “Electrionic Harassment” ALL ACCOUNTS TOTALLY FUCKED UP, WEBSITE TOTALLY SCREWED TO THE MAX. My stomach feels like I’ve been hit hard with a baseball bat from the stress and knots. Never able to finish anything.

Purpose: Enforcing invalidation of my boundaries, Taking my personal space & time away is stripping away MY GROUND, tells me I DON’T HAVE “GROUND” /OR ANY CONTROL OVER ANY OF MYSELF NOR MY ENVIRONMENT. By not following through Directions: is enforcing “I’m not worthy to be heard” STRIPPING MY VOICE FROM ME.

Collectively: stresses me more about rent. Getting my hopes about being able to eat, pay bills etc, and dropping my hopes. LEAVING ME FEELING HOPELESS AND HELPLESS. Controls my finances. Controls my vices. Controls my living conditions. Controls my shelter conditions. Enforces putting me in a corner. I have NO WAY WAY TO DO ANYTHING. CAN’T USE ANY DEVICE, NOTHING. I’m stuck NO MATTER direction I turn. I have no way out no where. And NEVER ABLE TO FINISH anything I TRY to do. Causing me to stay up to get something done, leading to sleep deprivation. CONTINUAL BREAK DOWN OF THE BODY. With everything “scattered” as far as accomplishing anything makes me “look scattered,” “not able to focus” and BREAKS MY CONCENTRATION ON WHAT I’M FOCUSED ON AT THE TIME” Causes UNNECESSARY AN INTERRUPTION INTO MY LIFE. , Can NOT screen if deposit is NOT sent. NONE OF MY SCREENING PROGRAMS ARE PAID FOR!

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On Saturday March 20th I walked out my motel room door and I saw this garbage can “oddly” placed next door

This is NOT a housekeeper’s cart, just a garbage can… When I passed it to go pay rent that day I heard some voices somewhere out in the air…. (More like a recording in the garbage can). When I went down the steps there was this ugly suspicious young looking dude, all dressed and punk rock 80s theme. Blonde hair Billy Idol hair, black pants with chains and the T-shirt to match. Rings in his ears and nose and face. You know back in the day to where most of you don’t even know…”Like…Like..Like gag me with spoon, man.” VALLEY GIRL DAYS…. BUT HE DIDN’T LOOK A DAY OVER 25.. I’M 49. It was plain to see he was too young to have lived or even know about THOSE GOOD OLE DAYS!

When I came back from paying rent I heard the quote unquote voices again when I passed the garbage can only that was a setup.

So I went about my time Tuesday runs around I didn’t hear nothing from trusting at all that was unusual. That day I’m in a panic.

Actually Monday night the night before I’m trying to write a handwritten letter to the governor knowing I cannot call out safely for help and I still have that letter.

Tuesday, it was definitely shown to me that I had no control over my computer when I kept getting non secure connections to any web page I went to except for Facebook forcing me to Facebook. The only person I knew that I could call out for help for was to Raymond who earlier last month I had blocked because he had started showing signs of being a perp.

So he comes to get me to make this short and sweet. He has music in his truck okay non-suspicious at the point. He kept putting it on on his phone he would turn his radio off put his phone on and put it in between us in the middle and blair it.

Later Tuesday night I’m outside his apartment smoking a cigarette they’re so directed Street theater conversation fully directed at me they get so loud I go in talking about oh have you seen I seen on the on the show the other night about how they can digitally track you no matter where you go.

For 6 days total four nights in a row, he starts doing things that pushes and triggers me and starts making me feel funny inside I was being emf microwave at the time, noise campaigns right after he was done and went to bed they would boom and bang in the whole nine yards doing noise disturbance campaigns right after whatever it was in my body was feeling weird. I go outside during the day to smoke a cigarette right across the building right across I do just sitting there blaring Mexican music all of a sudden this soon as I go out he stares me down picks up his phone staring at me all of the sudden there’s 80s music the whole time the whole time this s*** was going on that I was staying with Raymond. I realized all of a sudden they were trying to take my memory of my childhood away from me by doing this ’80s theme deal.

So one more time I ran I just got my stimulus I want to get me an apartment I don’t want to run anymore and they are not going to stop

Today April 9th and April 10th

I take a nap I wake up to an account Uber account made in my name with an email sent to confirm my email that I didn’t make kind of just like what happened with that Groupon account that I didn’t make when I got that death threat with the gun.

Earlier I had gotten a notification from Microsoft warning me about content. And yet the notification is not there it’s been completely deleted the other day I go look for all my pictures that are marked they’re all in my OneDrive recycle bin I didn’t put there. Today earlier more certificates not secure on the computer.

I am literally in their eyes not allowed to have an internet connection with so f****** ever at the moment. Just saying straight up. this is torment this is torture this is constant terrorism this is taking all of my rights this is taking my freedom this is taking my civil rights this is taking everything invasion of privacy I have none I’m allowed to do is lay on this bed and fight terrorists all day long by myself and die from it that’s it nothing else