My first not morbid poetry journal entry in a while. Love...okay, STALKER neighbors. Appearently the police believe 'boys will be boys, you shouldn't worry about it little lady'. Who cares if he's a freak. There are a lot of freaks out there. So many, it's annoying. I HATE IT. So there. I want to bite someone's arm now...I'll be quiet. Besides, I am just about to kill someone and run away to Canada to become a taxidermist. No, I'm joking...Mexico is so much more practical.
Lunar Strawberry · Mon Jul 17, 2006 @ 03:09am · 0 Comments |