Therapy, or something, and the whole library thinks I am looking at Porn.

I wrote a (faux) letter to the assholes who think I have nice legs, who told me to, "Shut the fuck up, Bitch," from their car yesterday and sometimes I just wish that my heart or head would explode when I listen to certain beautiful songs that make me feel like something like that just might happen, just so everyone else would understand how beautiful they were, too, covered in guts or brains or little boney bits. I don't think they would get what I mean, though. They just don't understand.