Paranoia
I find that as I venture through this mess, I'm becoming more and more paranoid of those around me. Maybe it's just been repressed until I started dealing with all this crap, I don't know. I wonder about people, motives, more and more. I even wonder about people on here, the ones who have been here forever, with thousands of posts, (even Fred), were they really abused. I know it sounds insane, and I feel like I'm going insane wondering things like this. I'm tired of my eyes automatically snapping from left to right as I survey my surroundings in Wal-Mart, or walking from my truck to the front door. Tired of jumping out of my skin when the phone rings. Tired of doubting my T, wondering what he's really thinking. Tired of reading double meanings into everything anyone says or does.