Nothing Funny

 Ok, so someone just threw a can out the windows of their car at me then I backed up without lights and hit my step mother's car

 Shit!

I don't think I'm ever going back there. Im nervous, haggard, and afraid. I didn't mean to hit her car. It was an accident! If someone didn't throw something at me out of their vehicle I wouldn't have backed up to see what it was, if it was a can bomb or what. F u c k.

She, her son,my Father, and my nieces, nephew my stomsch is sick. My mind is  and her sons best friends ( her neighbors), have been harassing me, and probably damaging my trucks running ability. I am so done with the harassment and tearing me down. 

The sit and joke about me in the evenings during dinner and plot my demise. Im not paranoid, they have really been doing this. Im sick mentally and physically and I can't take anymore abuse.

They are supposed to be my family and all they do is hurt me. My stomach is sick. My mind is sick and now I have to run for my life because they are going to say I hit her car on purpose because that is what they have been doing to me. It's them against one person. Me.

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