I feel like living here, in this place has made me more afraid…not to say I wasn’t paraniod before but not to the extent that I am now. I keep my head down when I walk so I don’t have to see the people around me. I jump when I hear a car horn, or tense up at the sound of an approaching bike. This town has made the time I usually enjoy walking alone, turn into a fear fest. Today my heart is racing and it never seems to slow, it never seems to feel secure in my environment. And the pain it causes, by the ever steady rise in it’s pace is almost too much. Was I this messed up before? I’d like to think I wasn’t, that I haven’t always been the prarnoid girl that wastes her days away sitting inside. But I know that’s who I’ve become…or who I almost am. To those who blocked my way off this path…I hate you.