One other thing
I tried to go for a walk today. Or I did go for a walk today with the intention of getting to the swings at one of the schools up the street. Instead I had to strategically walk back to my house and sneak inside in such a way that the man in the white car who kept turning up (He passed me four or five times at different points in the small, six block or so radius within which I was walking) would not figure out where I live. He ended up even parking at the fucking convenience store next door to where I live and pretending to use the pay phone. I walked past, not willing to go to my house and reveal where I live, and he got back in his car, again driving past me and saying shit. Fuck off.
Anyway, I just decided fuck it and scratched my plans to go buy a bike today. What's the point when I can't even enjoy the shit because fucking fuckheads fucking harass me. I even had to have Dylan go next door and buy a paper for me because I didn't want to risk the asshole driving by again and seeing me leave/enter the house or worse, pull into the convenience store again. I don't normally fantasize about hurting people. But sometimes I do.
Anyway, I just decided fuck it and scratched my plans to go buy a bike today. What's the point when I can't even enjoy the shit because fucking fuckheads fucking harass me. I even had to have Dylan go next door and buy a paper for me because I didn't want to risk the asshole driving by again and seeing me leave/enter the house or worse, pull into the convenience store again. I don't normally fantasize about hurting people. But sometimes I do.