There's been a random increase in sexual predators trying to pick kids up on the side of the street asking for help finding a lost puppy and offering candy. Sad thing is is that they were really telling kids that. It's so sad. Every Sunday after church I'm used to seeing the kids in my neighborhood gallivanting around outside jumping and chasing things and whatnot. Not this week though. There is no one outside and it's beautiful. No clouds in the sky, it's perfectly windy. But no. No one is safe outside with old men driving around in unregistered white vans. 'Tis a shame.

Also, I have lost a muse. I didn't really realize I had one until I woke up this morning totally uninspired. There's crap going on with friends and things that are really bumming me out. It seems that every time I tell someone something that bothers me and expect them to respect that it does so, they go and talk about it. Or they put me in a car for an hour drive with it. Is it so hard to respect my dislike of a subject or a person? I told my best friend about something that happened to me when I was younger. Instead of him getting the message that I really do not like that subject, he decides to bring up the general topic often in a "fun" manor. By his definition of fun, he brings it up in a joking manor and everyone laughs. Everyone but me that is. And I look at him with hurt in my eyes and you know what he does? He keeps on talking about it. Bullshit.

Also. When I say I don't like someone and I admit that I have no reason for doing so, don't friggin drop a bomb on me by out of the friggin blue saying I'm going to have to spend an hour with them driving around aimlessly. And while all of this is happening, don't have the nerve to text me to "stop being emo." If you didn't want me to act like this maybe you should have not made me ride in this goddamn car. Again, it's all about respect.

But yeah. Back to the muse thing. As it turns out, he seemed to be it but is now being a totally meanie face poophead. I now chose to stop speaking of him.

I guess I'm just going to totally ignore the shit in my life and talk about spaceships instead. who needs to deal with reality anyway?

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It's Russian.
A girl who just realized she was born without those chemicals.
Devastation.

Actually, I intend to keep you in my basement.

Woke up and spent all day acting as if everything were normal only to realize I had a huge scratch on my face. Great job me.