Hi, my name is Josie Crumin. I don't like where I work but that's mostly because I don't like where I am in life. Where I am in life is still a question I ask myself daily. I've been having some odd occurrences as of late. I don't know what I expect from being here but I'm hoping maybe I'm not as crazy as people make me out to be.

Friday, September 2, 2011


At every turn it feels like. I'm trying to keep a straight head but I keep looking over my shoulder. A whisper here, a cackle there. Things aren't adding up.

I live in a small city that's having some crime problems. I walk the streets in a crowd and thought maybe it was just someone next to me. Even when I'm alone though I'm plagued. In the crowd it's never a footstep away, never drifts with the passerby. Right there in my ear, in my head.

It feels like sometimes I'm not walking in my own shoes, find myself moving in the direction without motivating myself to do so. I wonder briefly if I'm in control of myself or not and then I laugh it off all over again. God that's not healthy.

Maybe it's nothing or maybe it's something. I'm not an expert on this at all. Just some punk that grew up and is now getting fucked up.

Maybe it's just me?