No one ever leaves me notes. This is probably because I only write in my diary when I'm a bitter jaded maneater, which isn't probably the most friendly first impression. But I'm really a very gentle spirit, I swear. I'm just a soft-hearted person who also wants rapists to be fucked in the ass, that's all. Tee hee. And who just watched a documentary about a female serial killer, but all in good fun. I think...
Too bad I can't sleep because the boy sleeping next to me keeps jerking around in his sleep. It's 3:23 and I'd love to be sleeping too. One day I'll find someone who can do both... Both meaning he or she will love me and also not snore or flap around in their sleep. A soul mate. A cat.
Yesterday I was whistled at and literally the only pieces of skin not covered by fabric were my hands and face. Ridiculous. I must give off some potent pheromones or something, attracting all this attention for no reason. But my pheromones have me fucked up because they only attract the worst humanity has to offer, as well as various weirdos, catcallers, alcoholics, cokeheads, obsessive/aggressive types, and/or people with various mental illnesses. I'm just lucky I guess!
3:17 a.m. - 2016-09-15