I'm so tired. I've dealt with so many awful people in life. My least favourite and yet somehow progressively most prominent of the crowd have been pedophiles. Too often I've seen them. Just a few days ago I was out for a nice walk around the city, and three in one afternoon accosted me. Old men, well over sixty march their grubby frames up to me and start asking me to take a drink, to go to their apartment, to give them my home address. I'm sixteen. I want to yell at them, hit them, push them to the ground and beat their skulls in, but I'm too scared, that or too pathetic to do anything, and just sit there, and wait for an opportunity to run. A few months ago I did something stupid. It was a distorted coping mechanism. Photos. I won't elaborate further. Sometimes I feel I deserve this for doing that. Other times, I think they deserve to burn for bringing me to that. And I hope they do. I really hope they do.