neighbors shine a spot light in my window as a statement of s*** grow up please.

so weird creepy weird. screaming fighting kids and looking at me stalking me. getting their kids to abuse me. I can’t even fix a curtain rod or change curtains they think I am up to no good yet they are the bad people abusing me setting up dirty rotten games with their satan love.

how I hate you. we are thinking about moving from here. my parents want to move and you are not stealing our house and furniture and clothes like you want to b****.

she wants my wedding dress and to own everything I have.

she wants me to die, yet I gave her my broken heart and a man I liked and its still not enough for this child to move on.