i don't deal well with unrest in my life. i'm rather considered a peaceful person, i keep to myself a lot and do what i have to do without insinuating myself into other people's lives. that's just me. i like things quiet and peaceful.
but drama seems to follow me. it's nuts. i go to work, mind my business, dress modestly and do my work and end up with a damned stalker.
i contact a cop about the guy and he ends up asking me out to dinner and calling me off hours until i have to tell him off. it felt like that children's song about the old lady and the fly (she swallowed a spider to catch the fly...) i contact a cop to chase off the fireman...
i come from this close knit irish catholic family, they got wind of my goings on through my brother - and now the pressure is on me to move closer to them. i've spent my entire life in the shadow of them... consequently i am moral by nature and do well with an authority figgure in my life. but hell. it gets a little old sometimes. it's like going to confession. :)
help me brother, for i have sinned. i have not called mother in over a week, i have no desire to live in atlanta, or nashville or chattanooga or new jersey. i want to live where i am and do as i am doing and maybe eek out some sort of happiness on my own, but occasionally i need help.
anyhow. i'm from a large family. i have one of my own. it's just craziness.
