Sometimes I'm sad, sometimes I'm not. Sometimes I'm me, sometimes I'm you. Who knows what we're going through? Why want a new face when all you dream is a lie? What happens when we all die?
Well, that was uncalled for.
No, I am not some deep, edgy, emo kid. I just thought of this in the shower and decided to give it some words. Some fame. My entire profile is now entirely different than it was a month ago, or whenever I was "The Banana King". That's all over now, I'm a new man!
I probably won't be posting any stories on a regular basis, so don't expect a lot of updates.
Anywho, if anyone is reading this, know this:
Don't take anything from anyone, especially if it's an old woman in the middle of the woods giving you an apple, we all know how that goes. The point is, don't let people's words affect you, they're words, they might be scary, but they're only a thought, if you think about it. You do you, and if anyone says otherwise, give them a smile and tell them they're beautiful too, it might catch them off guard.
- My house, in my dark room, on my bed.
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My, How I Wish It Would Be So
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How I wish my life would plan out, but, alas, it will never, ever happen.