so

i guess i'm the deciever. Hm. i guess that's alway been in the back of my head.

the minute i walked into that little wiccan shop in belleville. i knew it. "watch out" .."someones trying to hurt you" the long haired godess behind the counter said. 

i pick up a protection crystal...HOW MUCH?

 CUZ LADY. I HURT MYSELF. 

i mean yeah i tried to figure it out for weeks what could that possibly mean and 

WHO THE FUCK IS OUT TO GET ME??

hm is it him? or her? or that cat? possibly that really smart looking guy down the aisle..

WHO COULD IT BE?

......

when i guess all those time i was looking in the mirror i should have stopped looking at my outfit/hair i should have really looked.  hmpf. depressing i sabotage my own being.

Wtf .Madison. what the fuck.