I’m Done: Burned by the System, Buried by Design

I’m Done: Burned by the System, Buried by Design

It’s happened again.

I’ve been sideswiped—intentionally deceived, manipulated, used.

And I can’t pretend to be okay anymore.

Let me make this crystal clear:

I hate Jeffrey.

I hate anyone who knows him.

I hate anyone associated with him in any way, shape, or form.

Because this latest blow—the newest manipulation, the latest control tactic—was the one that broke me. Completely.

I’ve tried.

I’ve reached out.

I’ve taken risks.

I’ve tried to believe in people again.

And for a moment, it even seemed like friendship was possible again.

But no.

That fragile hope has been crushed. Again.

And now, I just can’t do it anymore.

What Does This Mean?

It means I’m done.

Done putting myself out there.

Done inviting people into my life.

Done trying to be part of anything.

Every time I trust, I get punished for it.

Every time I open up, it’s used against me.

Every time I try to rebuild, someone comes and burns it down again.

The hits don’t stop. And I can’t take them anymore.

There are moments—days, even—when I sit in stunned silence, asking,

“How is this real? How can this keep happening?”

And then something else comes to light—something cruel, blatant, undeniable.

This isn’t paranoia. This is a pattern.

And the pattern is clear: I don’t matter.

To Jeffrey and those aligned with him, I’m not even a person.

I’m not seen. I’m not valued. I’m not respected.

I’m prey.

This Isn’t Miscommunication. It’s a Siege.

This isn’t just about being ghosted or lied to.

This is about gaslighting, stonewalling, and full-blown psychological warfare.

I have been blocked from handling legal matters that directly impact my life.

I cannot file taxes because I need his signature.

I cannot move forward with essential business or legal decisions because I’ve been walled off.

Every attempt to communicate, to get paperwork signed, to resolve even basic administrative issues has been deliberately barricaded.

I’ve been systematically cut off from even securing the bare minimum of financial stability.

And all the while, the institutions, the police, the courts give me the same heartless response:

“Just trust the process.”

“We can’t talk to you about that.”

“You don’t get to know.”

The process is what’s killing me.

This isn’t just some cruel twist of fate.

This is deliberate. Coordinated. Sustained.

People have been intentionally placed in my life—to gain my trust, to get close, and then, always, to reveal their role in the destruction.

Every time I get close to someone, they expose themselves as part of the manipulation.

And now?

I can’t even function.

I can’t do the basics.

I can’t move forward.

Because I’ve been deliberately disempowered.

I Have Nothing Left

This last blow wasn’t just a betrayal—it was a complete debilitation of my ability to act on my own behalf.

And it has drained me of everything I had left.

I can’t afford to believe in anyone.

Even if someone is sincere, I will never be able to believe them again.

That part of me—the part that hoped—is gone. Shattered.

You don’t unshatter something like that.

I Will Never Forgive Him

Let me say this with total conviction:

I will never forgive Jeffrey.

He is one of the most evil people I have ever known.

And everyone even loosely tied to him ranks among the same.

I hold Hitler in higher esteem than I do him or those who move alongside him in silence or complicity.

Let that settle in.

I Don’t Want to Be Alive. But I Won’t Kill Myself.

No, I won’t take my life.

But I do not want to live like this.

I do not want to feel.

I do not want to try.

I do not want to hope.

I want to find a space where I can sink into silence, barricade the doors, and keep every soul out.

Because there is no safety anywhere else.

No trust.

No foundation.

I am not suicidal.

But I am completely done trying to survive in a world that wants to annihilate me psychologically and spiritually.

There Is No More "Reaching Out"

I’m not trying to explain myself anymore.

I’m not marketing my pain to people.

I’m not asking anyone to believe me.

I don’t care if you do.

I am locking every door.

I am closing every portal.

I am removing myself from the reach of every hand—outstretched or clenched.

Because I have learned that even the gentle hands eventually become claws.

There is no trust left in me.

No bridge.

No opening.

And that is not something anyone is allowed to fix.

It is not repairable by well-wishes or hopeful words.

This isn’t sadness.

This is scorched earth.

My Final Declaration

So here it is, plain and final:

I’m done.

Don’t tell me it gets better.

Don’t try to prove you’re different.

Don’t try to come close.

There are no exceptions anymore.

Only exits.

And I’ve taken mine.

-DRL