There is nothing more chilling than hearing the streets involved, knowing that you walk down those streets to go to work, to go to school… Some sick bastard is attacking my home. There were babies, elderly, families, couples, friends….
“Boston is under attack.”
My prayers go out to the victims and witnesses and Boston community.
This is terrifying.

Dear Psychic that Approached me on the street,

I don’t need to be reminded about how hopeless I am or how lonely I am. You need a new marketing strategy.

-Me. 

=\ I post a picture of myself and what? I like to think im a nice person… Worth a little love…
This might sound pathetic, but sometimes I wonder if the days I feel really pretty is just my eyes playing a trick on me.

This week doesn’t look like it’s going to be fun.