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Today is the first I'm writing in this stupid book, for years. It's useless but it gets words out, I guess. Anyways, stupid introduction. Today I got sent out for this adventure thing to save the world, because 'tHe ArMiEs ArE tO wEaK' or whatever. Like, why not send death row people instead of me? Why trust me to not just leave? I prefer sitting by and watching the world burn, not standing and trying to put it out. Like, what the fuck? C'est tellement stupide. Je déteste cela.
Oh yeah, I can speak French. So what? French is cool. And I can tell at people with them knowing what I say, it's wonderful. You can just yell 'TU NE ME COMPRENDS PAS' at someone who doesn't understand French, and if you yell it in a aggressive way, boom, scared, possibly. Most of the time. I guess.
This is dragging on but I don't know what to do. Meh.
Currently in a place. Don't care to say where, or describe it. So just, imagine, I guess. Or, whatever.
I honestly don't care on writing anymore, so I might just stop, but I'm to into writing to stop now.
Je deviens fou, probablement. Je pourrais juste gribouiller pendant un petit moment, c'est possible. Je ne sais plus ce que je dis. Anyways, book-thing away now, someone's coming. How wonderful.
