Local terrors

With the summer months finally on their approach it seems the hormones in the air have leaned themselves to idiocrasy. freshly freed from the confines of their mandatory schooling they find themselves braver than usual in this new world. pitifully they find themselves on my property, told all their life to stay away from the lone cabin and only now find themselves brave enough to approach and vandalize my home. respect seems to go down as the temperatures go up.
   even in town i'm seeing more stares than usual, tourist...gawking at me and the same whispers over and over behind my back. I should learn to start making my own vitamins, make my trips into town even less frequent. no one appreciates the true gothic struggle of having sunshine expose my different shades of black clothing. blue-black, warm-black, neutral-tones...the sins of the color all forgiven in the dim light and fog. i no longer have that forgiveness for longer than a few hours in the morning. sadly if i dont show myself during the day i fear the townspeople might start accusing me of being a vampire as well as a witch.
   brings me back to the topic at hand, someone needs to teach these children the difference between a pagan and a satanist. maybe even learn how to spell because i for one do not know of any santaist. if you are going to spray paint someones home at least spell check yourself before you commit to it. the summer has hardly begun and im already exhausted...if anyone has suggestions how to get paint off of tree bark let me know.
-Zena