days

like this I have a blinding headache like I'm getting tasered in the head. I was brutally, sadistically tortured and mocked and, honestly, I don't know how it is I'm still breathing and out in the world, but here I am. I was shaken up in every direction and facing death and well, not crazy but um, can't say I was totally sane, either. Maybe the fact that I didn't put on a blue wig is what let me off the hook. However, I was provoked. I have that thing about me that attracts certain people, I don't have to "do" anything to get attention I'm not the hottest, the best dressed, the weirdest what have you but I guess not willingly I suck energy in. I don't mean to. I don't understand why I am a target. I never did.