End of the rope

Once again, at the same time, 8:20s PM, the thugs make loud noises with my neighbors' cars, interrupting my sleep, which hours and stability are overturned due to their noisemaking in the middle of the night.
Aside from the insomnia, angina, depression and tantrums they've induced in me, there's the aggravation and infuriation and hostility and negative vibe, leaving me with upset, insomnia and depression for the past four years.

The police, the family will not help. The neighbors will not help. All my friends abandoned me and none want to talk to me.
This is tantamount to killing me a slow death. with no hope of succour or rescue.

To make matters even worse, seeking psychiatric help, the "psychiatrists" in my city all prescribe zanax after two minutes of talking. They are all unanimous: there are no therapists in the city - in the ENTIRE CITY.

Confronting the thugs has resulted in breaking my arm twice.

I cannot go on living indefinitely with constant upset, insomnia, depression and worsening disease.

I am intelligent and multi-talented, I deserve quiet, peace, privacy, a job and friends.
Even fucking Pablo Escobar and Usama Bin Laden had friends.

This is the result of the Egyptian state and police REFUSING to help and the failure of the entire Egyptian society and Egyptian life to redress my grievances and give me sleep!

This is the failure of family, friends, neighbors and the police to intervene effectively on my behalf, or at least
alleviate my crushing isolation and sense of helplessness , or my insomnia and depression.
Of the former friends who have abandoned me to such a slow death - in addition to floating false rumours about me and humiliating me and depriving me of my own social circle, they're all successful professionals and socialites.

I would much rather write about mathematics, history, music, programming, but life in this god forsaken devil's cunt-ry, Egypt, has left me worried and struggling for the absolute basics in life, let alone pursue immersion constancy and continuity in my studies:
- inability to sleep,
- no privacy,
- moving residence FIVE TIMES because of noises by loitering street thugs that neighbors acquiess to,
- worried whether meat i eat is donkey meat or
- the fish is fed on human and agricultural sewage!
- Wondering why no friend will talk to me or meet me (save for one or two) since 2004
- fighting false rumours floated about me by supposed "friends"
- all the goods available are of low shoddy quality and yet is overpriced
- no jobs or job security, and when there is one, it's for peanuts, even though i'm a good programmer,
- not to mention living with terrorism , a brewing civil war and a terrorist insurgency,
- with the only line between citizens and terrorists is a brutal corrupt incapable inept failing mafia that poses as a state. So no basic security either. Indeed thugs broke my arm twice and they still loiter around my apartment some two years later!

No security, no sleep, no friends, no work, no society, no services, no possibility of leaving this shit cunt-ry, nothing!

- let alone no marriage, no children, no girlfriend or possibility of meeting a woman of my social and educational background.

- even applying for graduate school, my alma mater, the American University in Cairo failed to send out my transcripts ruining the admissions process, leaving me demoralized, ruining my life.