yay, crazy days! ah, wow, yes I can't summarize. genre does not fit it.
Remember kids, slavery is bad. I own nothing. :D
Yuck is all I had to say. YUCK. That pond water was NOT water. It was fucking sewage. Gross. Mimey pushed me in. Well, okay, MIKEY did, but I nicknamed him Mimey. He doesn't talk. I guess I went to far when I was playing around. God he's too sensitive...
Frank hurt my feelings. I was so mad at him, I don't even remember what he was saying. All I remember was walking and the next thing I know Frank's in the water. Well...if you can call it water. It was sick smelling. It made me gag when he walked out. Ugh, I think something's wrong with me...
I think Mikey's starving himself. I don't know what's been up with him. He's not eating. At all. He doesn't talk, he doesn't eat, he doesn't move from his bed anymore. I swear all he does is breathe anymore. I really am beginning to think that he needs to go back into the mental hospital...no matter how much I don't want to say that, I think he might need to.
Gerard came into my room again. I'm not talking, I don't get what part of that he doesn't get. There's no point in me talking. At all. After ten minutes he got mad and left. I don't remember half of my days that I'm even awake, I don't think I'm ready to be out in the world yet...God what's wrong with me?
Ooo, what's wrong with Mikey?? cough cough Mimey cough cough. Smiles innocently lol, so please please please review? Sound good? Virtual treat for reviewers! holds out virtual goodie basket :]