I am redoing this chapter 'cause it published weird. I'm just gonna write whatever pops in my head and right now I have one of my favorite songs stuck in my brain.
Oh, Ms Believer, my pretty sleeper/ your twisted mind, is like snow on the road/ your shaking shoulders prove that its colder/ inside your head, than the winter of dead/ I will tell you I love you/ but the muffs on your ears will cater your fears/ my nose and feet are running as we start/ to travel through snow, together we go/ together we go/ we get colder as we grow older/ we will walk so much slower/ Oh, Ms Believer, my pretty weeper/ your twisted thoughts are like snow on the rooftops/ please, take my hand, we're in foreign land/ as we travel through snow/ together we go/ together we go/ we get colder as we grow older/ we will walk so much slower/
THAT WAS OH, MS BELIEVER BY TWENTY ONE PILOTS LADIES AND GENTLEMAN! God, I'm really bored. I've been being lazy all weekend with the excuse that it's snowing and there's no point in going out. I also hate the cold. I always say that I don't get cold easily, but that's a total and complete lie. The other day it was sleeting and I was outside and my teeth were chattering so much I thought my jaw would fall off. I'm so booooored. I'm signing off for now 'cause I'm gonna read a litt more of my favorite books. See ya, little bees!
