Blue Tooth Blues

Since my "smash 'n' grab" incident, I have been feeling undoubtedly paranoid. At first I thought it was just because I was working hard, getting no sleep, and my brother said he often felt this way when he became over-tired. But I've been well-rested lately and still feel pretty insecure.

When I'm lying in bed, I have an overwhelming feeling that some masked assailant is watching, waiting to shoot me in the head with a shotgun. Or if I walk past the kitchen, my stomach churns at the inkling that another attacker is hovering by the fridge to taunt me.

Of course there's nobody there. But the feeling still engulfs me at every remote moment of oportunity. Don't even get me started about driving on my own!

And the worst of it all (call me shallow, I don't care) is that I've been using my mom's phone ever since and I have resorted back to typing out my sms's. What a mission. Every logical bone in my body says I should let it go and use the time I would be using to type out the useless form of communication, doing charity work or something, but for the life of me I can't stop.