Sunday, August 11, 2013

Why I Have To

M*********.  Well, I don't, but people are afraid to get close to me and get weird thoughts.  I don't do it much, hadn't since the Tinkerbell bedspread.  Had a hard day partly but not much.  I saw a girl outside that made me think to tell my brother and mom something I said involving my brother.  She had bright honey hair and a round-ish head, thick-looking..  I don't know if it's my generation or what, but I was just feeling like I couldn't relax.  It may not be better than having a little drink.