I was getting kinda settled with my emotions and surroundings; kinda believing I could live this life, when the devil causes me to stumble again. I was feeling confident that things were working out and falling into place. I was at peace until friday evening. I came home from work and found that my house had been broken into. Nothing was taken, which is puzzling, but the person had pawed through my belongings. Not that I wanted them to take anything. The idea that they took the time to break a window and the back door, and hang around to go through my cabinets and drawers, and then not take the dvd player or tv or computer or cd player or guns for their trouble is a mystery to me. Now I have trouble sleeping at night because I am so scared.

The policeman that came to the house said that he didn't think the criminals actually came into the house because of the fact that nothing was missing. Like I always leave drawers partially open with stuff sticking out of them.

I am rethinking about living here by myself. But nowhere is totally safe. My sister wants me to get a pistol and sleep with it under my pillow. That I do not want to do. So she suggested I set up booby traps like the little boy did in the movie, "Home Alone". I told her I would probably have a heart attack if I heard someone in the house. Just knowing that someone was in the house when I wasn't here caused my heart to skip beats.