Are you watching me? Are you reading this? Are you trolling through my online presence to try and find evidence of me faking my symptoms?

I’ve lost everything. There is no happy ending for me anyway, not anymore. Try and disprove that with your years and years of training in law. The facts are there in black and white. I don’t even have writing my blogs as a platform for communicating with others in the world, so I’m totally lost. And why? For the promise of compensation? I don’t even know what that word means. Give me 10 million and i’ll still have to live this nightmare day in and day out.

If and when the day comes when we meet I want you to look in my eyes, and you’ll see everything you need to.

Fuck it, Reese is all I have left anyway so theres not a lot more I can lose.