Warning: Post contains brain rot
What have thee!? Lost in a pit of dispare, cornered in like a field rat. My predator infront, attacking is its key, and must I run? Raviged and manged? No, not I. A scalper can't cut thy without an eye flinchin'imself, and a tail hidein' between the cowards legs. Have I not the courage, nye, the worth of livin' as I thus do? Do we not all disapate in our own filth and wrong doins'? Take me now if I really deserve all this blundering. Rid me of this life if it really satisfies thee. Hath I not done what is needed? Ask and I do, no doubt about it. But this torture of a thousand years, give the sun a break I say. We have not done what you mount by, but chances are all a soul has these breaking days.
Ehh, some writing I had to get out of my system. Nothin' fancy, just ill founded and felt a little trapped is all.
posted by Sarah @ 7:46 PM
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Everything is really calm right now, except the fact everyone is sick. I came home early from school today because I was ready to hurl. Yeah, you should have just went in the bushes, nothing wrong with that if you don't get caught. There really hasen't been much going on, my woods is rather bare, can see clear through it. lol, that actually makes sense. haha.
Ok, dinner time, gots to run.
Later days
Yeah, my neck of the woods is getting a little complex right now. Choices I have to make for careers among other things. I am sure your woods will be clearer when your head is put on a little straighter, haha, just messin'.
ERIC! You wrote me! I feel so loved, its like I see you once in Kansas then you are gone again, never to write or chat. Thanks for the words of confidence. Catch yeh later
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