I messed up this time. I guess she couldn't take it anymore. I admit all I do is brag, brag, brag. If I bought something for $50, I tell people it was $450. My pill popping habits, snorting crushed Flintstones vitamins when times are rough. What could I expect? She has a Masters degree but sold her truck to an ex con and accepted an IOU. I'm not mad about that though. This stress is geting to me. Not barely 2 years ago an armed robber was gunned down in my building trying to get to me. I was on the 7th floor. The cops got him on the 2nd floor. It was too close for comfort. I then turned to huffing gas to take the edge off. I did some cycles of roids which made me paranoid. I have a beach house down the shore, my beachouse. I think my therapist is sooooo hot. I want the world! I am the world! Sometimes when I'm lonely I use my parents house phone to call my cell phone and carry on a conversation with me just to keep me busy.
