I didn’t do much today. It was a obviously boring day again. I went down to file for child support since my case worker said that’s what I had to do to get daycare and medical. I then came home, was grossed out by two dead bugs in my apartment, talked to my mom, did my hair, and cooked dinner.

[private]While I cooked dinner and did my hair I was harassed and spied on by Jeremy as usually. He kept accusing me of cheating on him with guys on Myspace. What a loser. That’s what he did to me, but I would never be dumb enough to even give a person on the net my number. No telling what psycho you’d run into. I’m not that naive.

He kept bugging and I’m tired of it all. I’m tired of going through this shit with him daily. I called him earlier to check on him and then he asks me why I called. When I told him he really didn’t care all he cares about is negative shit. The next thing I know he’s accusing and downing me as usual. I’m tired of him acting like I can’t break up with him so I lied and told him I had a new boyfriend. Anyway to get some type of peace. He then started calling and threatening me on Myspace on the IM talking about he’s coming for me and he’ll be here in 2 days.

Come on nigga and I’ll be waiting with my slugger and my dodge neon.

Here I am 1000+ miles away from him and I’m still going through this. I moved to Florida for a new beginning, but staying with him will be like I did all this in vain. Maybe I will give that guy a call…maybe not.[/private]

Anyways I had another violent dream last night. I was again being attacked by a tall dark skin man. In this dream he was fighting with some girl and I tried to break up the fight. He then hit me. I didn’t even know him, but I was totally pissed. I went to go get my gun and for some reason I was in the tub of a bathroom. I held the gun pointed at the door because when he hit me I told him I was telling my big brother whom was going to beat him down. He came to hit me and saw I had the gun so he held a gun at me. I was ready to shoot him because he hit me, but he walked away and I woke up.

I don’t know why I keep having all this violent dreams, I think God is trying to tell me something, but my Mom has my biblical based dream book. I’m about to give her a call.

Later.