Not feeling right today, fell asleep on my desk earlier, and just wrote the same sentence for minutes straight. Been fighting a fever for about a year now, some days it wins more than others, like now.

I think it’s stress. Because the higher I advance in the game, the mores stalkers I accumulate.  I’m currently tracking 7 different streams.

In the past 48 hours:

– my blog has sustained a a brute force attack, and something’s wrong with it now, because when I logged in from my phone it said the database was missing;

– my cel phone account password has been changed (shows who I call, text, uh-huh);

– someone’s trying to lure me into the country via a Craigslist ad.

That’s just the highlight reel, I’ve got 8 years of these stories. 4-star US generals friending me on Skype. A POF account created to my unpublished email, with 25 private messages sent from the same guy. Then, when it bleeds into real life….

Basically, someone(s) has a file with my name on it, and dedicates their time to screwing with my life. And there’s a good chance that someone has embedded themselves into my life as a friend, when they are the polar opposite.

This marks the 1st time I’ve ever blogged about it.

I never say anything, because why, what are you going to do about it? Nothing can be done. Eat the PTSD, move forward. It’s starting to get to me though. Took 8 years though, not bad eh. But I don’t think it’s good for a girl to be this tough.

Shutting it down. Here come the nightmares. Once I woke myself up screaming, “stop triangulating me!” ha, eloquent and precise, even under duress. Night.