I spent a lot of time in my room with the door locked. When I went home for Christmas break, I bought a storage unit for my valuables because I was afraid she'd rob me. When I returned, she was gone, and I was living alone for the first time ever. The summer before I moved in, the house next door was invaded, and a girl was killed.You're almost getting it. But this statement:
I was terrified.
That was the first time getting a gun ever entered my mind.
In the end, I fight one type of paranoia and embrace the othershows you still have quite a bit of learning to do.
Still, it's progress.
[Via Jeffersonian]