It will cost approximately $2,200 to protect My internal organs from being popped by bullets. The armor company called today to tell me. How sweet of them.

I still feel the same. Like Ive fallen short of expectation. I dont have plans to die anytime soon. But I do feel as if I should make Myself scarce to the opposite sex. Like forever. I hate seeing girls and getting mad. Or feeling like why do I even look. Its only teasing Myself. No one likes rejection. No one looks to get looked over and forgotten. If I turn on the charm (spine snapping comments) I can assure Myself of a wide enough birth to not come into any sort of contact with anyone.

Today there were people in the store who smeeled as if they have never seen a bar of soap, let alone a tooth brush. I nearly keeled over.

I feel like a fucking sterile surgical tool next to those people. In that respect Im rather clean. The mind is still a filthy sewer.

:D