Pure O

Let’s go over this, maybe again? I don’t know.

I have had Pure O since my memories really begin to become linear, for more reasons than my size in the memory. I was three years old when I knew my thoughts were not like the other children’s thoughts. I knew this because I asked them. I saw them look at me oddly. I knew this because I documented it. My mom taught me to read and write by age three. Sure they were choppy sentences.

“I had a baby with Sam” (Sam was a boy in my daycare) was my first journal entry. Age three.

I knew my brain was different. And I was being told I was pretty. And pretty girls aren’t different.

My OCD is so internally controlled now that I’m basically just unable to escape some level of anxiety.

Right now could be approximately eight minutes before THE BIG ONE happens to LA and my house falls on me.

THAT’S RIGHT.

WE ALL FORGOT ABOUT EARTHQUAKES BECAUSE IT’S BEEN NOVEMBER SEVENTEENTH FOR SIX MONTHS.

Sorry for going sideways here but…

When is this cloud going to leave L.A., Twilight?

For those not in Los Angeles: there has been a damp, dark, grey cloud hanging not-so-high over the city for-six-months.

We are all Vampires; you were right.

But back to the story..