kozmikgirl

Things are bad. That guy got weirder & he eventually ended up with no place to live. So, he started sleeping outside my apartment door in his car. He would just sit there in his car in the day too. He never asked me if he could or at least parked alittle bit away from my door & I had even told him a story (back when I thought he was a normal person) about the guy I used to work with who would sleep at the office while I was working swing BY MYSELF because he had no where to live. He would complain to the boss that I made too much noise while he was trying to sleep. So, the boss told him to stop sleeping in the office, so he started sleeping in his truck right outside the window of the office (which is all floor to ceiling windows on that side, with no curtins or blinds). I told this story to this guy not long ago. I told him how creepy it was. You think he would have understood that this stuff would creep me out.

So, someone called the cops about him lingering in front of my apartment door because they were concerned about me. Then I talked to the cops on the phone & they went to his car & told him to leave.

Now, I found out today that he is pissed because they took his car afew hours later that day (because he had no licsence, no insurance & expired tags) & that he has decided that his car getting towed is my fault. I was warned that he is planning to buy some dope (which should take all of 5 seconds in this town) & he is going to plant them in my car & then call the police so I will get busted. Remember that I have no back hatchback window? Great. Should be easy to get in locked or not.

I don't know what to do. I called my therapist & left her a message for documentation of what is going on. I told everyone I know. I am typing this here. I don't want to call the police yet again because this town is small & then it will get out & then I will be in more trouble I am sure. Everytime I involve the police, it gets around & I get myself deeper in drama.

I truly think that this guy is mental... in a bad way (some mental is good, like me for example hee hee). I am completely freaked out & I am really getting no peace, I keep thinking that at any time he is gonna show up or do something. I don't feel like this is my home anymore. I am happy that I have a place to live. I just wish I had a home.

The worst part is that I feel like all this stuff going on around me where I live will infect me. I will become like my meth-addicted, drunken-whore, drug-selling, selfish-asshole, property-destroying, yelling-in-the-street, child-beating, no-respect-for-anyone-not-even-themselves neighborhood. That it is unavoidable. That they will contaminate me & I will become one of them.