Paranoia

    I'd been doing slightly better until last night. Dump ass that I am I went for a walk around the park by the house. Before I came back I decided to rent a movie from the box outside the gas station. Smart right only it put me further away from the house. My dumb ass let it get dark on me. That would have only slightly messed with my nerves a little but then some prick in a big noisy truck hit on me. I declined the ride and walked off only he drove by and kept trying to talk to me. Some cars behind him forced him to go around the block and when I heard him coming back around I freaked and ducked in behind the church. Sat there and went a little insane. Called like a million numbers until my brother called me back. He had a friend pick me up in a patrol car. I was a mess.
    I know this is going to sound crazy but I miss the freaks stalker letters. At least when they were still coming the post mark would let me know he was still a whole state away. No with no letters coming I have no way of knowing where he is. It's making things worse. I still feel sick to my stomach this morning. It feels like I took a giant step forward only to fall down hill a mile because it was a misstep.