struggling, i peer into the faces of those that shun me. whispering vexes at their backs, as they march on, filing me away, an example of how sad the world has become. when i am alone, really alone, i will scream at them, calling them pigs and making remarks that my mother would not allow. it will not matter if i am being literal or metaphoric, it will only matter that i mean it.
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stormy:
i miss you honeypot. i never ever see you anymore!i still have your videotape,except now its packed away in a box because my mama kicked me out. blah. you know my number-utilize it!
frankie18:
i really fucking hate that you only post one small paragraph at a time. enough to make me smile. yet enough to leave me feeling unfullfilled.