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Meow.
Meow. |
In a good way. Like...excessive smiling. Over things that I should be crying over? At least a majority of females would. But I can't just make that judgment. Or at least I shouldn't. It was the most pathetic shuffle I have ever encountered. Pathetic in the sense that it was chronologically accurate. It just brought back so many wonderful memories. Ridiculously long walks, and kisses, and hugs and... Marf. What a girl. I never really did quite understand what made those kisses stop though. I never wanted them to. I figured it would make sense eventually. And maybe it will, eventually. Or maybe it won't. Regardless, I still loved them. Quite a lot. More than a lot. Ewwwwwwwwww, grosssssssssssss, blehhhhhhhasdlfkjshfd. Anyways. Better things! "I'm getting concerned about your desire to bite people." -Darling, it's math class. How else should I complain? Eh. Class ranks bother me. Too many children hounding each other for numbers. Honestly, it's not that big of a deal in my eyes. I'm sorry. I get a tad more exhausted on Monday nights than others. I don't like that. I lack energy. Probably some desire too. Why can't I stop sleeping? Why can't I find energy? Why can't I... I don't know. I don't really care enough to write about it. Think I'm just going to go sit in bed for a couple hours, until my body decides I'm allowed to sleep. Yeah. Something like that. |
