the bottoms of my feet are so rough, i could sharpen knives on them. ukhmkumh. busy non-stop this week. i'm in a mood swing right now. one minute i'm so angry im tearing and the next, im placid on the outside and i just stop caring. i dont like the way this entry looks. fuckin' beats nothing at all though people use me. i can stand it, but all i'll say is fuck you. --- i cant get this off my mind. i saw a motercycle man like last week. it was one of those, you turn while you're driving and you make eye contact and its like woah-spark? i watched him follow me to my house but parked 5 houses down. i got out of my car slowly and i watched him look at me. i couldn't see his face under the black helmet, but its like you just know he's completely focused on you moments. he turned his motorcycle back on while i got in my house and he sped down the road and left. i wonder who the stranger is and if i should be more careful than usual? don't wanna be one of those sob story victims, eh.