DRAMA PRODUCTION OVER.
EXAMS OVER.
BALLET NOT OVER.
SCHOOL NOT OVER. [but school's useless anyway]
IN OTHER WORDS, I HAVE TIME ON MY HANDS NOW.
thank christ. ^^
oh, and yes. still homocidal.
AND STILL LISTENING TO OWL CITY.


this is not beautiful.It was winter. The wind twirled incessantly; its ice cold embrace, reminded me of you and your heartlessness. A lone vulture circled above me. I surreptitiously hoped I was its next victim. 'I'd be perfect for your supper' I screamed to him.this is not beautiful.
I was an evident target alone, and in the darkness.
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This was how it had always been. I'd walk down here, after Mom and Dad had fallen asleep back at the hotel. I'd climb the tarnished picket fence, and scuttle off to my hiding place, beneath the small amounts of shelter this lighthouse gave me. The brick


Dear Imaginary FriendHello, stranger. I haven't spoken to you in a while. Where have you been hiding? I've missed you. Have you missed me?Dear Imaginary Friend
My dad died two months ago, in a car accident. The roads were icy and he slid off the road into a tree. He was on his way to work. I wish you'd have been here for me. But you weren't. Where were you?
Oh, do you remember Pixy? My little black cat? She had a tumor, and got put down two days before dad died. I remember you telling me Pixy was your favourite. Was she? Really? She was my


oh, if you only knew.everyone here lacks the sanity required for saving our lives. we are all the same. ...allthesame. [so they say.]oh, if you only knew.
i'm alive. - that's what they all say.
they tell me this isn't real. they try and make me 'better' but there is nothing to make 'better' because i'm fine. just fine.
they said tomorrow the sun would shine brighter. - it never does. life is not that beautiful.
i'm stuck inside. cutting vegetables for dinner, with a blunt knife. because they don't trust me. [i don't even trust myself anymore.]
the candle'
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Cheers!
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