my meds work to a certain extent...

but I got into a fight with a twelve-year old at the movies last night. And the police came. This kid, who was no taller than my belly button and had a mustache, was the worst person I have ever met. I tried last night to think about it and have sympathy for her because maybe she's got horrible parents and maybe she's hurting on the inside or something along those lines, but then I remembered how she called me a fat bitch and I hate her all over again and I think about how one day she will be eighteen and all bets will be off. I will remember your mustache, kid. So look out.