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A few years ago, I was seeing a psychiatrist because of reasons. Our first few appointments were pretty boring and he was really dismissive of me, but something changed during the last one. The way he was looking at me made me super uncomfortable and he was asking questions that seemed a bit inappropriate. But he didn't really do anything that I could explain to anyone else, it was mostly just a feeling. The day before my next appointment, I was crying with anxiety and cancelled the appointment. I got the answering machine and his assistant never phoned back. I told my mom that I felt he was incompetant.

For years I went back and forth between "he was creepy" and "I was just being avoidant and paranoid". He's just been charged with sexually assaulting six women. One woman said he gave her pills that made her hallucinate so that he could just blame anything she told people on that. I'm shaking and close to tears thinking about those women and I hope they will be okay. I hope he goes to prison and dies.

There was a tumblr post a while ago that I think of alot. It advised girls to trust themselves when they think a guy is creepy but can't explain why, even if their friends go on about how nice he is.

I don't know what else to say right now.

The river was so beautiful today. The sky was grey and there was no wind, so it looked like a mirror. If I didn't have a cold and had to go to Harpy's, I would have walked down there.

There is a building by Riverside that I absolutely love. For years I have traveled past it, but always on the road. It's an old abandoned ivy-covered warehouse looking thing. My mom said it used to be offices. That area is all Hiram-Walker factories and a bank and stuff. Some of the windows are broken or replaced with wood planks. In the fall, the ivy turns fire red.

It was a rainy day and I had to take the bus home from Riverside library (I usually go to Central). I was disappointed (though I love rain) because I had wanted to walk along Riverside Drive home. That would have been a mistake, my knee is all messed up. Then the rain let up a bit and I got off the bus on the street that the building is on the corner of. It's closer to home.

I walked right up close to the building for the first time ever. It was bigger than I thought and super ominous. They should film a movie there. The ivy vines are super thick and beautiful. Then I walked down a part of the river that I had never gone down before. It was literally the calm before the storm, so gorgeous. It was a breathtaking day. Detroit has been through so much, but it's so beautiful. I could hear sirens from across the river.

It was windy and I felt like crying, but in a good way. A bird almost attacked me. It was black with red spots at it's wing joints (?). I thought "why, aren't you a pretty bird" and then it started swooping around my head and I ran off. Otherwise, a lovely day.

Yay! This trike has been going on since April, because a Union was taking away the pension plan or something. Here's who went on strike:

1. Garbage/Recycling - Oh my gawd! The worst part. I've already done posts on this. Toronto has a garbage strike going on, and even though it hasn't been going on as long, it's probably worse due to the population.

2. Meter maids - People probably enjoyed this.

3. City Hall - I didn't have to meet with my bitch social worker because of it.

4. The people who take care of the city's lawns and gardens - Apparently some events had to be canceled because the grass was so high down at the river.

I hate her soooooo mucho! But I'm not going to go on w/ that, I don't want another "*mumbles*".



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