phedre

For those of you who didn't catch the previous journal entry, I got attacked in my apartment at about 5:30-6 in the morning on July 4th. The attacker knew things only two friends know to do. They knew to knock on the window so I'd answer the door. They covered the peephole like those two friends sometimes do. Meanwhile, the parents of one of those friends have told the cops that I'm unstable and hurt myself (which is a massive crock of bullshit). So the cops aren't taking it seriously, and have basically written off the entire case, because they think I beat myself up for attention. I don't know how a person could punch themselves in the face, or who would ram their own head into the ground multiple times for no reason. And if someone would/could do that, why on earth would they tell the police? Why not kept it amongst friends and not tell someone who could expose your lie? But whatever.

The cops here are inept, or at least the ones I've dealt with are. Meanwhile, I confronted that friend's parents and they treated me like shit and told me I was untrustworthy. Meanwhile, their daughter has stabbed me in the back, stole my boyfriend, spread lies about me to the school, and cheated on the guy she stole from me. Who's untrustworthy? But I guess if they're paranoid after dealing with her, I could understand. But the way they've turned this whole situation around, and twisted it so they could try to protect their darling little girl, it's really shitty. Meanwhile, my friend has a key to my PO Box and I think she took my check from SG. Her parents said they'd have her call me at 9 to talk about it. 9 was 20 minutes ago. We'll see if that happens.

Meanwhile, my ex hasn't even called me to see if I'm alright. He's been prancing around with her all weekend, even though Thursday, he told me he'd come see me Sunday. *looks at calendar* Yep, it's Sunday. Guess that didn't happen. I was staying in this town for him, because I love him. But he's changed. He's not the same person I fell in love with. I'll always love him, and if he can ever reverse these changes he's made for the worst, who knows? But for now, my safety is threatened as long as I stay in this town. The cops aren't taking it seriously, so whoever did it knows they can come back. And it might not stop at just beating me up next time.

So I've decided that I have to get out of here, for my own safety. And it's a shame that I'll have to move away from him, but we can keep in touch. I won't risk my well-being to stay when he hasn't even called these past three days to see if I'm okay. It makes me sad. But the way the people in this town have contorted things, I have to leave before something else happens. Because the police aren't protecting me, or even trying to help. And my "friends" don't even care that I got assalted.

I'm moving back home to San Antonio as soon as I can. Texas here I come!