Gay

So, if you're wondering why I'm happy I'm getting shorter it's because I think I've been stretching my spine too much and not my legs, hopefully which will ... also I need to be stimulated in my crotch because all these years, since I was 11, I've not been since seeing that girl from L.A. who looked so good, was slim, yet seemed so fat, with white hair ... because I took medicine that seems to have made me taller whereas I was trying to get taller in the right way before and didn't.  I don't know why I seem taller now.

I thought about it ... somehow people putting their arm around me while I'm sitting down would stimulate me...  depending on who and how I react.  So, I was thinking, I don't need to be reassured on rides because I feel dead and am assuming that most people if not would need to be reassured by their boyfriends, etc...  How3ever, I discovered something interesting.  I don't know if I'd really ever go on a ferris wheel again, which kinda interested me ... so, I think I would like to.  I mean it's not that boat ride that swings back and forth?  Imagine some people would really get scared...  I'm also upset because my neck got hurt on a log ride like Splash Mountain.  I thought I'd have fun.  When I wanted to do hurtles in P.E. when I moved, I couldn't do any.  I was 12.

I think some people can really get scared, and it's funny if it happens.  I mean, you can get in pain, too.  :S  My aunt was a police, but I know she gets like agitated.  More than me in a way.  She's younger than my dad.

Think about how some people react to gatherings like campfires.  I guess it gets me sappy.  I love going on the hikes, though, now that is cool!  I do feel a lot, but I'd prefer a reeal hike.

Festivals are the biggest thing for me.  You get dressed up in modern clothes.  I think the peak for me was thinking someone older would notice me, like an adult, but that's not where the fun was but where the hype was, shouldn't be something you have to mull over.  I always liked festivals, guess it sorta echoed what was to come.

I thought of something.  My dad did the kiddie games at the festivals at 2 different schools.  He had to get surgery on his knee I thik at the 3rd school...  He got surgery again, later.  He even remembers today and so do I, something I don't remember, too, that the car like exploded at the gas station then.  After his second surgery I used store cards to buy stuff and put up Alice in Wonderland stuff on the walls.  My grandma got some sort of surgery years ago and was fired by an older brother, where she worked at a craft store.  I remember there was a lady there, not older than her, who was obese and tall but not like plump who cried when I was there.  There were lots of things.  Also, she took me to the store and there was a lady she knew working at a place like for popcorn.  When I talked to a relative, she talked about her flabby arms and mine got flabby.  I saw in a video someone who looked like her got like African-looking hands, with short curly hair.  What else?  My grandma acted like I was a problem in how I didn't always respond as assertively when we were out.  Hm.

I feel killed, really, and made to be the opposite of all that was accomplished for people born in 1960, and it's probably very outwardly taxing.

Also, I'm like an active sperm and will attack any other sperms that are no good, even if I die!