I have a journal for this you know. I'll still write in it when I don't have my laptop with me which is probably not going to be often. I'm just talking to myself right now and I'm sorry about that. I'll be doing that a lot. It's not that I don't acknowledge that you're reading this. It's just that I was taught never to talk to strangers. That's why I hold a lot of my emotions inside. Now that I look back on most of my life, strangers aren't that bad. Strangers are the ones who wait on us at restaurants and make movies for us to watch and laugh and cry over. Hell. A stranger pulled me out of my mom's insides. I'm not trying to belittle the torture my mom had to go through to give birth to me. Nine months is a long time to commit to something, but we can't ignore the fact that strangers helped my mom out. I guess you could say I owe my life to strangers. We should talk to strangers more often. They seem like nice people.
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HumorThis is for most of my comedic writing. Whether it be rants/events pertaining to my life or little sketches, I'll put them here. My style of comedy ranges from dry to sarcastic. I also talk about people and how they need to understand that not every...
