His name is John Birch.
I am totally NOT making that one up. Really, who can?
He follows me from state to state.
I don't know if he's married. I might feel bad if he is but he could quit my case.
I think Dad is friends with him. I guess he has to be because we have to report every time we move.
We have to report every death.
I'm not in jail because almost every friend has died a natural death. Either I'm unlucky in the 'healthy friends' department or they become sick of me. And die.
That wasn't really a joke. But I might lose my mind if I think about my situation too long.
Situation. That's a funny one.
After Manda, the 11th death, I decided not to even shop the boyfriend department. Who knows what would happen to the opposite sex if they came in contact with me? Burst into flames?
Okay.
Now, I'm being macabre so I'll move on.
The reason for this little dissertation is for people in all medical and judicial fields to try and understand the freak that is me.
Amanda Jones.
I made that one up.
I'm named after a goddess and a demon.
Cool, right? Like opposing forces and what not and all and on and on.
It was Mom's joke on me.
Two magnets held close together repel each other.
That is the only reason I can imagine why my situation is the way it is. My polar opposite names reach out and touch someone. Like my friends.
Is it a lesson from God?
Is it a punishment for the sins of my parents?
Is it a sick, cosmic joke?
If any of you reading this can find the answer or cure or blessing, please let me know.
now
I am totally NOT making that one up. Really, who can?
He follows me from state to state.
I don't know if he's married. I might feel bad if he is but he could quit my case.
I think Dad is friends with him. I guess he has to be because we have to report every time we move.
We have to report every death.
I'm not in jail because almost every friend has died a natural death. Either I'm unlucky in the 'healthy friends' department or they become sick of me. And die.
That wasn't really a joke. But I might lose my mind if I think about my situation too long.
Situation. That's a funny one.
After Manda, the 11th death, I decided not to even shop the boyfriend department. Who knows what would happen to the opposite sex if they came in contact with me? Burst into flames?
Okay.
Now, I'm being macabre so I'll move on.
The reason for this little dissertation is for people in all medical and judicial fields to try and understand the freak that is me.
Amanda Jones.
I made that one up.
I'm named after a goddess and a demon.
Cool, right? Like opposing forces and what not and all and on and on.
It was Mom's joke on me.
Two magnets held close together repel each other.
That is the only reason I can imagine why my situation is the way it is. My polar opposite names reach out and touch someone. Like my friends.
Is it a lesson from God?
Is it a punishment for the sins of my parents?
Is it a sick, cosmic joke?
If any of you reading this can find the answer or cure or blessing, please let me know.
now
