I'm sick of being afraid of my grandmother who literally stalks our house after we went no contact with her years ago, I'm sick of being stalked by a woman crazy enough to think I'm too disabled to have an independent thought. I'm sick of how nobody else calls it what it is, how nothing can really be done about it as she hasn't actively hurt anyone. I'm tired of people around me, and I feel bad that the only people I genuinely like are across the world and through a screen. I think it's messed up that I can't see a world where I meet any of them, I'm tired of the fact I've been so alone in every other capacity and I feel bad that the people I do talk to have to hear me complain about genuine crisis's that have been happening to me as of late. Am I even complaining? I don't know why I'm so eager to tell them what keeps happening to me, it's starting to feel like I'm fishing for pity....