Sick People

Why are there so many sick and crazy people in the world? Why don't all the crazies just get together, hold hands and jump off the Verrazano Bridge? Why must the deranged people of the world walk among our world. Why must they become a part of our lives, our existence. Why don't they just go away and get the help that they need? Do they even realize that they're mental, mentally unstable. Is there a turn on slash turn off switch? I am exhausted, what a mentally exhausting week. I really need to escape from reality for a bit. Maybe take a nice, sweet, short little vacation and soak up some sun rays. Maybe even stare into space for a while or sit and stare at the calming ocean. So finally the end of the most trying week in a long time. So super duper deranged has completely maxed out her derangeness. Yep, this week was quite trying, trying on my patience. Yes, I have managed to be quite calm, cool, collected, and freakin patient. But this week was bad. I have no fight left, why can't I be left alone....why must I be subjected to this. Go away, far far away from me. So loony called the police, yep, the police. Crazy says that she is frightened of me. Okay now what did I miss. Let me see, I hate your guts, you are a super duper nerd, you don't leave me alone, you bother my ass about 5 to 6 times per day, just to get at me, I avoid you at all cost, I feel that I want to have a trap door under my desk installed, where if I see you coming, I can magically press a button, like the big red ones from staples, and magically my entire chair with me in it, drops into a secret dungeon. Then based on a sensor, like when she freakin walks away, I magically appear. If anyone knows where to get this, please let me know or if there is an invisible potion that I can drink for the whole day, yet get all of my work done. There has to be something I can do. I just don't get it, if you're freakin afraid of me, so you say, then why can't you stay away from me...I know if I was afraid of someone, I would avoid them at all cost...what part am I missing...I can't freakin stand her for being so annoying, and I stay away. Could I ever get lucky...oh if you have some lucky potion that keeps psycho broads about 9000 feet away, please let me know. So now, I guess its safe to say I'm freakin scared, scared because I love my life and my clothes. Is loony going to start bashing her face in with binders or scratching her eyes out with the paper clips, but then blame me...even if I'm ummmmm sitting on the bowl or in the drug store reading all of the Hallmark cards. Do I have time for this? Why must I deal with this? So will I become like a criminal now, me, who rescues and saves the lady bugs? Will someone understand that I've been framed, how do we prove these things, how do you prove that super freak freakin made me pose for pictures on Halloween, where I couldn't even smile. If I was afraid of someone, would I be forcing them to pose for 3 freakin pictures...what am I missing here....I have always tried my best to avoid confrontation, as I feel it's the best thing to do...but wtf.....this is really sick, did I not say this was going to turn dangerous. How can someone be so obssessive with someone who despises them and thinks they're a total waste of cells. I mean I know I'm beautiful and all but god, can I find a man that can give me this much attention...is it possible..Oh, so lets talk about men for one moment..I love men. I would like to find a nice companion, someone who likes long walks, someone who is rather exciting yet humble and easy going. I think I'm really starting to despise drama. I would rather clean and then clean again than have to deal with sick people because at least I'll have the radio on and my thoughts are on my cleaning...how do people and when do people find the time to think so much about plotting and planning. How sick does this get...will I be stabbed or something while wearing my favorite white crisp blouse or my Max Studio wrap...do blood stains even come out...well my point, I am scared, and I'm not afraid to admit it....because I just want my peace and its being invaded..this is just not ending...what do I do?.....can I be left alone.....If you're crazy and old...stay out of the work force, stay away from people, especially the ones who have nice legs and big boobs, we don't like people near us.