Coming from a family who thinks: coming home to the toilet seat means we've been robbed, or my grandpa has been over, automatically makes me paranoid. It's in my blood. I was walking . . . running home from school today. I started walking when I was at the end of the block, and noticed a little girl on a bike. "Okay.", I thought. As I walked, she kinda followed me. I assumed that she lived near by, but she kept staring at me as I walked.
At this point, I thought, "Oh my god, she's raping me with her ******** eyes."
She looked 5-7. Yes, I am VERY messed up D:
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