Everyone has problems; Some ranging from starvation to running out of toilet paper after taking a massive shit. Honestly, I can confirm I have the worst problem in the history of problems.
This isn't a 'I forgot a tampon and am bleeding like Niagara Falls' problem, or a 'I just drank five gallons of grape soda and I'm stuck in a car' problem. No. Oooooohhhhh no.
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"Sunset is in ten minuets." I sighed to myself. This was the part of the day I dreaded: the transformation. I sat on the edge of my bed, praying to God that I won't wake up in another animal shelter like last Tuesday. The smell of onions filled my scenes, my legs growing weak at the thought of them.
I heard small whispers flowing through my crazed mind. Every time it appeared to be the same thing, 'this is my swamp.'
I remember how this problem all started. I loved the Shrek, and one day, Shrek loved me too. I remember the feeling of his leather skin, his loving grunts, his hot breath on my skin, and most importantly his voice. Everything about him was how I dreamed of it. It was just like how I imagined it in my 'night time activity'.
Sadly after that magical moment, I was cursed. Every sunset I became an ogre. I will bear this till the end of my days.. at least, that's what Wikipedia told me.
.... To be continued
