mrginger

Allright then. I'm out. Ghosted. Gone. Like usual, the only people that will notice are the ones alreafdy used to my neglect. They remember the times that I see them though. And that way. we don't get sick of each other.

I'll be away from TV, Internet, cars, and women. But I have some books. I have a yoga ball. I have a boombox and plaenty of batteries. The vegetables are growing good right now, and I've got plenty of canned goods. Hopefully I'll find my cat.

So, what are you doing?

How are the kids?

Are your grandparents still in existence?

Have you ever killed anybody?

Did they deserve it?

What makes someone a dumbass?

Is it easier to hurl insults, or praises?

Is it easier to find hate than love?

Fill in the blank: I am the________ of the________.

Peace In.