I'm kind of sad, but happy at the same time, because I just deleted my collection of poems. I've honestly lost my passion for writing poetry, which makes me sad. But, at the same time, it's like a relief. But now, my friend's got me writing again, so I'll repost all off the poems... and then I want to promise to myself to update it once every month.
The turkey ran away,
On Thanksgiving Day.
He said they'll make a roast of me
If I decide to stay.
Five fat turkeys are we-ee
We slept all night in a tree
When the cook came around,
We couldn't be found.
And that's why we're here you see.
Happy Thanksgiving!
P.S. My mom's going to walk me up at midnight to go shopping.
TORTURE!!!!
Happy Black Friday!!! Tomorrow.
I feel so guilty for not saying Happy Halloween and Felies El Dia de Los Muertos. In other words, day of dead. Here's my late, late, LATE, holiday greetings.