dear like i cant see diary,
when people stare at me, i don't like that much. i want to stick my finger all the way up inside of my nose and start twisting it in the most absurd manner while staring at them. i have a really hard time being very quiet and still too, like in a library or courtroom or church. i find myself fidgety and restless and i often burp and become agitated. i do not notice these strange behaviors either, they just suddenly appear from nowhere. i feel normal- for the most part- most of the time- i mean- everybody has their moments, don't they? sure, every so often the carousel will come around a little faster than it did the time before, but it all evens out in the end usually. i never could understand why it is people want to hold me to a higher standard than other whores. what is so damn special about me? you want to judge me? you want to stare at me? you want to drive by my house? well..... here is my blog. hope that's enough for you.
when people stare at me, i don't like that much. i want to stick my finger all the way up inside of my nose and start twisting it in the most absurd manner while staring at them. i have a really hard time being very quiet and still too, like in a library or courtroom or church. i find myself fidgety and restless and i often burp and become agitated. i do not notice these strange behaviors either, they just suddenly appear from nowhere. i feel normal- for the most part- most of the time- i mean- everybody has their moments, don't they? sure, every so often the carousel will come around a little faster than it did the time before, but it all evens out in the end usually. i never could understand why it is people want to hold me to a higher standard than other whores. what is so damn special about me? you want to judge me? you want to stare at me? you want to drive by my house? well..... here is my blog. hope that's enough for you.
