Weird shit's going down. A few years ago, in the town where I live, this eleven-year-old girl was strangled to death by her psychotic mother during a schizoid breakdown. Yesterday, in the cemetery, my friend was there standing next to her grave after a wake for her grandfather. The girl asked her if she'd seen her mother, and then said that her name was the same name as the girl who'd been strangled. Later, my friend was taking a picture of the woods around the cemetery because she wanted a picture of this really cool tree, and when she took the picture, the girl had been in the picture. When she showed us the picture today, the girl wasn't in it. Either my friend is bat-shit crazy, or this town has some paranormal stuff going on. I'm willing to accept either answer.
Surprisingly, today was an eight out of ten, which is really fucking good, considering the fact that most days are anywhere between a two and a six. No one has pissed me off, except for last night, when some asshole was being an obnoxious prick about something that shouldn't even be an issue. Nothing bad happened today, so that's pretty great.
♥ ~ Madame Jellyfish
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