Whatever. I quit. Bye.


NOTHING FUNNY HEREMy parents were out tonight. Its a wonderfully late Saturday evening. My two brothers have not bothered me all day, and my show is having a day-marathon. I live in the quiet side of this god-forsaken town where nothing ever happens, ever. Ive seen car chases, gang fights, and terrible weather, all hitting just the skirts of this area. Its as if there was a force field surrounding it. Maybe we were just lucky. Maybe.NOTHING FUNNY HERE
The lights were off; the blinds were shut; just as to better the entertainment. I laughed as my characters made jokes I had not gotten a few years ago, I teared when something happened, my stom
Weezy

tornI see the pain that it all bringstorn
I try to reach a hand out
but I can't really think terror fills me up this person just can't seem to find the love and caring to make her well
I want to help but I'm not smart enough I feel her pain pulsating through her face over and over again
why won't someone help? do they just not care? could someone please tell [me] I don't think she can breathe
She screams and cries and everything dies everything I cry too because I can't help
I feel like such a fool &nbs
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ahem.
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