And Witty
I feel pretty oh so pretty...I feel pretty and pretty and pretty.
The end.
Yet again, I hate performing.
But I love compliments and I was around my family for more than an hour and there was little fighting beyond the innoncent I Hate Soccer banter.
And my father has learned to sit in one place with someone there beside him.
Which is nice.
Agh. I want to write decent poems again.
I'll try.
Goodnight and goodluck.
One week.
Strings.
The end.
Yet again, I hate performing.
But I love compliments and I was around my family for more than an hour and there was little fighting beyond the innoncent I Hate Soccer banter.
And my father has learned to sit in one place with someone there beside him.
Which is nice.
Agh. I want to write decent poems again.
I'll try.
Goodnight and goodluck.
One week.
Strings.