Sometimes when I'm alone in this apartment like this...

I get worried I will in fact be murdered. Someone will break in just merely to mutilate me.

I blame my mother. That woman has made me beyond paranoid in life.

....I'm oddly calm about my impending death though.....

*shrugs*

I'll stick with my theory: if it's gonna happen, it's gonna happen. (i.e. the manhole through my kitchen ceiling).

Nothing I can do to fight it, I guess.

Suppose I'll go read fanfiction.

Which, speaking of. I was reading something embarrassing today.

Tori and Jade (Jori) fanfiction. It felt so wrong...and so right. I think I might be 12.

Also, they are 18 right? *regret face*