Predicament

This morning's predicament is that I am stuck. Trying to seek medical attention is fruitless. I waited all day yesterday, left for a few hours in the evening and went back. All night long another wait to be told something invalid. I left while staff sat in the back room and chatted instead of proper diagnosis and care.

This is what happens when you don't support the me! Me and God's People are not protected because of your negligence. You know. Yet you don't ask permission and come to me.

I am at my wit's end. I haven't eaten since yesterday morning. I have no food, money or way to get around. You think I am wealthy. My trust fund was stolen as a teenager. I was/am a stolen baby. My family is mostly evil.