I was so attended to by Narcfuck that I have found that I am so needy. I am trying to live within myself but I get this weird panic. Like, even here, when I write something and I don't get a response imediatly (sp) I start to panic. Did I say something wrong? Am I stupid? Is what I'm saying not worth reading? Am I too wordy? It is a total sense of insecurity that really shouldn't even apply here, but I panic.
Ok - I swear that narc bastard is speeding by my house again. It is dark and I can't see for sure, but i know the sound of his car. He is a fucking pig and is just dying for me to text/call and ask him why he keeps doing it. - Not going to happen. I have a 9 ft swimming pool of issues right now and he is definately on dry land. OMG FUCK THAT GUY!!!!