What It Was to Me

I don't know what it was. It could have been anything: a delusion, a conspiracy, a combination of the two. I think it was both, but then I'm left figuring the ratio of one to the other. And who? Who did this to me? And why? This is the story of my psychosis, experienced in the early months of 2020 amidst heavy drug yse and my final days of full service prostitution. I was gangstalked, I was hacked, but then in my head it was twenty things besides that. My reality shifted with each new piece of data, ny mind rotatating between possibilities like the horses on a carousel. Rewriting this ending. Just not today.