Okay so I'm walking down the street with my best friend Heather, everything was dandy. This private number keeps calling my phone and they call me while I'm standing in the middle of a back street I pick up and as soon as I ask who the fuck they were they hang up. I'm freaking out now looking around, waiting for the fucking narcs or my murderer to jump out of every car that passes. Every look my friend gave me meant something, I was fucking spazing the fuck out. I was about to fucking run. After that point I was extremely paranoid, and suspicious of everything.
So I took the cigarettes from her and walked down the street, luckily we ran into some girl who was crying and it helped me calm down, but I was still looking for some trap that I was walking into. I'm fucking sick of shit triggering these delusions. It's getting so fucking bad. I have never triggered that bad. I was seriously not sane in that point of time. I think the pills I'm taking are making it worse.
Post edited at 9:00 pm on June 29, 2008 by Violently Happy
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