Its been four months since Bobs death. I've been going to a therapist and I made a friend there. His name is Ashton and he's super hot. but not as hot as Mr Pickles.
My therapist has been teaching me some new songs. My personal favourite is Tom the Toad.
Oh, Tom the toad,
Oh, Tom the toad,
Why are you lying on the road?
Oh, Tom the toad, Oh, Tom the toad,
Why are you lying on the road?
You did not see the car ahead;
Now you're all marked with tire tread.
Oh, Tom the toad, Oh, Tom the toad,
Why are you lying on the road?
or Sammy the snake
Oh Sammy the snake,
Oh Sammy the snake
Why are you lying in the lake?
Oh Sammy the snake, Oh Sammy the snake
Why are you lying in the lake?
You did not see the boat ahead
And now you are motor tread
Oh Sammy the snake, Oh Sammy the snake
Why are you lying in the lake?
Today Ashton and I are going to the cinema. we've been hanging out a lot since we met at therapy. he wouldn't tell me why he went to therapy. He said I'd think he was a freak, but when I told him how much of a freak I was, he said he was different.
Ashton picked me up from my house at 2pm in his rusty car.
"So what movie are we going to see?" I ask as soon as I get into his car.
"Why don't we go see The Purge?" Ashton suggests.
"Only if we can get pickles first"
Ashtons laughs and agrees and we head over to Tesco and then the the cinema. I never realized how beautiful Ashton looked when he laughed. Ashton was beautiful. But not as beautiful as a jar of pickles am I right ladies. I haven't actually been eating that many pickles lately or feeling the urge to eat pickles or anything green lately. Ashton's been taking my mind off of them.
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I know I only just updated but I just started writing and I ended up writing a chapter and it's the longest chapter I've ever wrote even though it is vv short. ly x
