Jan 08, 2008 14:54
The man across the street is watching me. Every time I leave the house, every move I make, he watches.
I hate that I am here alone. I know how he feels about me (absolute hatred) and I know he's probably stoned out of his head.
I wish I had someway of actually protecting myself, as opposed to just sitting here.
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