Good Morning, my neighbours
Welcome home. Nothing to see here. Just needed an outlet. Had to vent. Remembered I own this blog and voila.
This is like the 33rd
annual I’m back piece. If I should leave you again, find somebody else. Promise
me.
There’s this. This new me might
not be for you (actually, He's sort of new, but kind of old. Try reading my very first post).
If you liked the
old me better, he wrote some mushy love poems. Find them. They were to keep
Laimia around. Might work for you. Have had no luck.
So where do I even begin? Been in
and out of here so many times it's almost as if I hate sleeping with you, but
you just keep laying there. You make it so easy to disappoint you. Go out, do
something, kill a person, a bee, something. Save us, please.
I’m going away to form some
coherent thoughts. We’ll be feasting soon. Wendy might even set us up with a
new home. Hell, we might even cash out.
Till then, read my old shit.
Love You.
More than your parents ever did.
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