Tissues walked over to his Journal/Diary of sorts. He always wrote in it to convey his thoughts. He always wondered about many different things and always thought about the events of his days.
He was always thinking.
He reached for his snot splattered book and a chewed up pencil. He sneezed as he flipped to the first available page and started to write in all-caps.
DEAR JOURNAL,
I AM RECOVERING FROM MY CONDISHAWN THANKS TO MY NEW MEDICINE I RECEIVED FROM TROPHY AND DR. FIZZ.
I FEEL SO MUCH BETTER NOW THAT I HAVE THIS MEDICINE. BUT, I HAVE BEEN THINKING... OTHER THAN YIN-YANG, FAN, TEST TUBE, PAPER, AND NOW TROPHY- TO AN EXTENT- I FEEL RATHER...
...USELESS.
I FEEL LIKE NO ONE WANTS ME AROUND AND THAT I AM JUST A DRAG. EVERYONE GETS SNEEZED ON AND SNOT IS EVERYWHERE IN THE HOTEL.
HOW GROSS IS THAT?!
I FEEL EMBARRASSED AND ASHAMED. I WISH OTHER PEOPLE DID NOT HAVE TO DEAL WITH MY SICKNESS OR GET CAUGHT UP IN IT.
*sneeze*
OH, I JUST SNEEZED AGAIN. AND I AM JUST NOT HAPPY. WELL, I GOTTA GO NOW.
BYE.
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Yin-Yang and the Search for Tissues (An Inanimate Insanity Fanfiction)
FanfictionShortly after the events of Taking Care of Our Tissues, Tissues gets worried that no one likes him after everything he has done. So, he runs away. But, little does he know that certain someone, or rather two people, do care... and will go to great...
