Hope this is the last time.

It's about time that we tackle the issue of CREEPERS. Many women are strucken by the disease which can be known as fly paper or simply creeper prone. They can range from the one's who walk with you every once in a while, talk to you obsessively, text you every moment of the day, or legitimattly stalk you. Over the years I have had each one of these happen to me. Alot, too. It's quite difficult to sort out the good from the bad, well, sometimes it's just obvious, but sometimes it can be tricky. I'm seriously annoyed it all. I'm not one to get angry or eastily annoyed, at worst I'm just sullen. But this is beginning to get to me.

In some ways it's flattering that kids ask you for pictures, not the kind with turtle neck sweaters, in a very sick, creepish way. But mostly it's just sick and creepy. In years past I really haven't cared. At all. I don't believe when they compliment me, most of it is totally bs so they can convince me to send them a picture. I do not have the best body in the school or will ever be the hottest chick you've ever met. Don't try it.

Also, I've learned some things that I really never wanted to no. Personally, I always liked highlighters because they make neon colors. But yesterday they were totally ruined for me. There is one sitting to my left, and I'm making a face at it as I type. If you really want the full story on this just ask, though I warn you not to. But in retrospect I probably knew alot of this before, just from paying attention to my enviornment, but really, I did like highlighters. Sadface.

The most difficult part to this whole drama is responding to these perverted comments/questions. No one ever teaches you how the hell to come up with an excuse to why not to send nude pictures to someone. Ever. Other than the obvious no, I've seriously had to put on my thinking cap to create some new excuses. But thankfully I'm not single, so that's the biggest fail of other people hitting on me. I'm not going to suddenly leave mon copain for you! Sorry, but it ain't happenin'. Get over it. If you're not with me, please get away from me.

I'm so done with this! And if anyone else happens to stumble upon this and can empathize and/or need advice feel free to comment!

Peace, Love, and Rock n' roll.