At this point it should be pretty fucking possible that they drugged me with something else to push my heart past it's limit because that thought that would be an entertaining time for me to die. Like "This is it! This is how we should end out game. Let's kill him."
and they all shit themselves when I came back. Why? Because they did something that would guarantee my death. If they just lead it to chance it might not have happened. This is why they hate me. I defied the men that fancy themselves gods.
This is easily something they would have done. They poisoned me to kill me and to blame it on my medications. They couldn't reveal this, are you kidding me? Giving me my medications would prove that they aren't what killed me. That if it wasn't the meds, and instead was the stress from the torture... people would know that they went too far. That it was their intervention that killed me.
That's why they won't fucking do it. They used something to poison me and they can't tell people that either. They can't admit that it was the torture because that would prove they are guilty. Their only choice is to blame it on something that didn't do it. My medications.
I did not overdose. It was not my medications. It wasn't even the torture. They killed me with poison. That's why they won't do it. They lie to everyone because they are fucking murderers.
This is why they go so sharply against logic. This is why they won't listen to me. This is why they constantly make shit up or poison me to fake symptoms. They badly need people to believe it was the meds that killed me because anything else makes them fucking guilty of murder.
These "doctors" are getting paid to fucking make me suffer to cover up the attempted murder.
Fucking kill them. Fucking kill them all.