late nights, bright lights

People don't believe me- they never believe me- when I tell them I know things. Sometimes, I just know. I get 'feelings'. When I tell you your energy freaks me out, I mean it. I'm not talking crazy. I can legitimately sense things some times. Especially when it comes to reading people. I might not always be able to vocalize what I'm feeling, but I'm usually pretty correct in saying 'I don't like so-and-so' or the like.

So when I say something like 'he's not right for you, you're not right for him, this is going to end badly and I'll feel guilty for not doing anything' I fucking mean it. I just know. Call it a premonition. Call it me being crazy, but there is something distinctly wrong here. I've been right about it in the past.

More than once.

More than five times, actually.

I was right about Jarrett, wasn't I? Suddenly the truth comes out and I'm not looking like such a spiteful bitch anymore, am I? I've been right about Jessica more times than I could count. Right about Sarah and Aric, right about Sarah and Brendan, right about the creepy mushroom soup guy (remember him?)...

Heh. And I knew something bad was going to happen on Friday. It did. I was half day early with it, but the feeling was right. I was right about Grandma, I was right about Ziggy, I was right about the snow, and Adam and astronomy and god fucking dammit, I was right about Kyle. I don't want to go through that again, you know?

I might not always be one hundred percent correct, but I am never wrong.

I can tell, you know, when things like this happen. I didn't just start feeling crappy all of the sudden. Gee, I wonder what precipitated that...

So I'm feeling pretty down right now. Physically and emotionally. Thanks guys. Thanks a bunch.