I'm sitting here listening to a Kenny Chesney cd, pondering about how I am going to fight off the "monsters" in my life.  One thing I have to realize every day is that they can't legally do anything to me for trying to live.  No matter how often they try and scare me by being all up in my business I'm free to make my own decisions.  I don't have to get upset by their tactics because those tactics can only scare me if I let them.  I'm not talking to Gabby anymore.  I damn sure ain't going to talk to the little shits that defend her filthy ass.  She claims to bathe but always has dirt all over her neck in the creases.  I know she's lying.  She doesn't wash her hair but once a month.  I think that she wears the same pantyhose every day without washing them.  Like what she says about me amounts to anything?  I know she's talking shit already because her mom didn't wave when I waved to her.  That's alright though.  They are a very wierd family.  I can't worry about what any of these people around here think about me.  They obviously don't care to know my good side.  I can't worry about them.  They are very irrelevant to my survival.  I have to remember this fact.  I can beat these supposed schizophrenic symptoms.  The monsters look human but they aren't humane.  I can't continue to acknowledge them.  They think it's their business to try and put me in my place.  I know exactly where I stand already.  I don't need their shit.  It's time that I just blow it all off since  I apparently have to put up with it if I'm going to step outside the house.  Well, maybe it's not that bad.  It's not something that happens every single time I leave the safety of my living space.  It only happens when they have a chance to fuck with me.  I just have to ignore all of them, including Gabby.  I know that I'm doing alright.  I don't drink or smoke weed anymore.  I went without a cigarette for a full day yesterday and didn't use but one nicotine lozenge.  I will be quit from smoking permanently very soon.  I didn't flip out or anything about not having a smoke yesterday.  It was empowering.  Ain't any of these people around here have any business treating me as though I don't know what the hell I'm doing.  Remember, there are still good people in this trailer park.  It's not everyone that's harassing me.