Now I know that boy told me to move.  I heard his big assed mouth while I was at the park today.  I looked over in the direction of his house and people were outside.  They were all laughing and carrying on at my expense.  I also know that 2 other people mentioned something about me moving.  I didn't appreciate it.  It seems that the tormentors have gotten worse since I stopped being friends with Gabby.  I wonder if she keeps in contact with them in secret.  I shouldn't have to put up with this.  We aren't out of money yet.  Well, I am, but she's not.  Why the hell are people trying to push us out?  Why do I get the feeling that my neighbors have left me with absolutely no privacy?  I wonder if they watch me taking a shit or something.  This is insane.  I remember telling someone to move while I was in the confines of my residence.  That was years ago.  I got over it too.  Why can't they?  What I said in my living space was none of their business.  I can't even sit outside with out some idiot(s) harassing me.  I'm going to have to do something.  I can't just sit back and take this.  There's only so much that I can take before I blow a fuse and end up back in jail.  I have no choice but to step back into the darkside of witchcraft.  I have no sanity left to lose.  I do have a right to defend myself from people that violate my privacy though.  This trailer park used to be alright.  Now since that dingleberry son of theirs grew up, all hell has broken loose up in this mother fucker.  I can't be a white lighter.  I also can't be a Christian.  My anger inside won't permit it.  Ain't nobody going to tear my soul outta me again.  I am not going to live in denial of myself when all it causes is more mental illness!  If anyone is going to detach my soul from my physical body it's going to either be me or God.  If the only way for me to find relief from this hell is to end my life, I'll do it.  Still, I don't want to, so right now I'm trying to fight it.  One way was to get even with the kid and his family for making fun.  I started to talk about their drug problem to the Crisis Center and someone else.  If they keep messing with me and I see it again, I'm reporting it.  I've witnessed it once already from the kid.