Jesus.

I become paranoid quickly, so it doesn't help when I get e-mails telling me to "BEWARE OF SERIAL KILLERS TRYING TO GET IN YOUR CAR."

I realize I am stating the obvious, but these fucking e-mails are run in circulation to scare the shit out of women.

I don't need creepy mental pictures of men outside my window with a tape recorder of baby noises.

I don't even like babies.
Babies are these mushy blobs of skin that are essentially parasites.

I am aware that this world isn't exactly a safe little nest.
I know this.

Stop this bullshit.

You don't say

I am watching random television with my mother.
A child gets kidnapped by a vampire, a sheep is giving birth in black and white, a court case trying to convict a man with autism.
Television land is endearing and cheesy.

My mother informed me of a lazy eye I used to have when I was four.

Politics put a hole in my wee heart.
I am terrified of the future.

I have a fear of ordering alcoholic beverages.
I have a fear of commenting on sites I go to daily.

I am not scared of aliens anymore.

Oh Dear.

My mouth can't fully express what it wants to say.
At times, this becomes frustrating because I know I am capable of speaking like I have an inch of intelligence within me.

I am quiet often but my brain sloshes with opinions and statements that I am not able to fully pursue because I am not loud enough.

I don't yell.

I just think.