Drained and exhausted

Drained and exhausted as usual after a psychotropic beating. Forced myself to get out and about even tho' I still am so messed up that I am not perceiving reality correctly--same old feeling of being autistic, and not being able to bear moving ovjects well. Very very tired. Still, all things considered, I am grateful to be rid of the fucking migraine and being able to get out of bed. I just wish I could sleep, really sleep, without those goddamned implants interfering. Fat chance. I'm starting to realize when I'm losing life is when alien interference in my world's affairs is peaking.