Quit it, you're scaring me!

I was seriously worried that I wouldn’t have anything to write about. Since I made my promise I couldn’t come up with anything else. I was hoping that something big would happen so I could keep this thing going. Man, I wish I could take all of that hoping back. I was lying in bed when I heard the loudest, most thunderous sound ever. I hopped up and ran to my apartment door. I looked thru the peep hole and saw a man using his entire body and all of his might, to force my door open. What the fuck was going on? I had no idea. I just pressed my body up against the door, screamed and held on to the door knob for dear life. We tugged back and forth on the door for close to a minute. I saw the door frame begin to edge away from the wall and took a second to think. I ran back into my bedroom, grabbed my cell phone and begin calling 911. By the time I'd pressed all buttons and the call went thru, I was back holding down the fort. I was much more agitated than scared. I just kept screaming "quit hitting my fucking door". I gave the 911 dispatcher my address and was explaining that someone was trying to break in, she interrupted my dissertation with "Hold on, let me transfer you to your county". This had to be the saddest sentence I had ever heard in my life. My well being was in grave danger and I was being tele-transferred. This is a catastrophe. So any way, he stopped pushing. I stayed at the door for a second and then I rushed to the window. I saw him hop into the passenger seat of an old pick-up with a camper. He meddled on his lap and talked with the driver. Yes! There was another person. Both of them were dressed in all black. WHAT THE FUCK? I honestly think he was going to kill me. I don’t know who he was or what this was about. So far from the lifestyle that I lead; confusing. Then the racist cop kept asking was it my deranged boyfriend or friends playing jokes. Am I laughing? No fucker, I work and I go to school and my boyfriend…never mind, I promised. I have a few theories. My car hasn’t been at my house for like 5 days so maybe someone somewhere thought I wouldn’t be there and they would rob my poor ass. Or maybe, my main theory, he just had the wrong house. But also, I’m thinking this dude was going to kill me. I hate the police even more now. ‘Cause they treated my life-threatening situation like a joke. I have never been more confused. I can’t trust anyone anymore. After all of this, I am not scared for my life, because I am not scared to die.