Moving again soon, guess the head of the house doesn't like when I flood his basement with the garden hose.
Maybe he should've acknowledged me my fucking existence, I bet he won't forget to leave the door unlocked for kids in the future.
Anyways, I've got to pack up. It won't take long, but...I want to carve my initials in the walls of every room.
- R. H.
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Athazagoraphobia
FanfictionIf you're reading this, chances are I'm either dead or locked away. Either works, I don't fucking care, because if this stupid fucking journal has been found, then it means someone cared enough to want to learn all about me, yeah? Let's get this shi...
