It was raining and God wasn't smiling on me.
Bet it had to do with the threesome I had the night before.
Everyone seems to have it out for me. But I am paranoid. The slashing of tires? Coincidental. The pelting of my apartment window? Most likely accidental. Yeah, I'm just paranoid.
I wish people would let me breath. Narrow (that's what I call her now) said that I'm not letting myself breath. What does she know? She's one of the oppressors!
Speaking of oppression, my mother is trying to marry her longtime love, Donald. I hate him.
More to come.