a story?
it is saturday wow. hmm im am calm and content with who i am and what i am doing at this moment in time. im a failing orchestra yet passing geometry i dont know what i should feel sad or happy that im passing math or sad that im failing orchestra. all next week is finals and its really stressful or will be today i will not think about that today i am happy today i am good. today i will not dwell on the bad or reality. i am free to do what i want today i am a little girl on her birthday excited and overwhelmed with joy for it is her day, to rule the world to be celebrated. it is my day for what i do not know only that it is my day. to do what i want to do. nothing is wrong today nothing is missing everything has fallen into place its days like these that make me want to see tomorrow that are what i fall asleep wishing and hoping to be there when i wake up the next day. i did mostly nothing today. when shopping with my mom, did my daily chores aka washing dishes. but it was still somehow better then before. then its was three weeks ago.
story: there once lived a family in a place quite different from here with white picket fences and mothers that stayed at home to cook and clean with children quite and well mannered who never spoke out of turn who never did anything wrong at all. in this world that they lived all was good all was fine there was not a strand of grass out of line not a speck of dirt on a childs shirt nor face. even the youngest of children remained spotless and mannered. The family that lived in this world this perfect neighborhood was like everyone else with perfection in everything they did that is untill they had a second child a little girl who was named anita. anita was a child born of dark skin and curly hair with the most peculiar eyes green with specks of yellow while her mother and father where blond and fair skinned. anita was what is called the black sheep of the family. with nothing in resemblance to her parents nor anyother family member. Antia grew to the age of seven yet was never life those her age she was not spotless nor well mannered, no she was outspoken and always found in the dirt playing games alone. Anita since her birth was alone her parents though they loved her could never understand her and her ways of imperfection. her older sister would not speak to her or be near her in public for her appearance was that of a child out of order. to the world that anita lived in she was unacceptable she was the one to point to whenever something went wrong.~ ill finish the story later it got boring but ahha your a dumbass for reading it cause you just spent at least two minutes of your life that could have been spent elsewhere. for all you know you could die in a few minutes you never know i could be standing by your bedroom window at this moment with a chainsaw and a body bag waiting for you to fall asleep. cause i am crazy like that everyone knows that dont they?
story: there once lived a family in a place quite different from here with white picket fences and mothers that stayed at home to cook and clean with children quite and well mannered who never spoke out of turn who never did anything wrong at all. in this world that they lived all was good all was fine there was not a strand of grass out of line not a speck of dirt on a childs shirt nor face. even the youngest of children remained spotless and mannered. The family that lived in this world this perfect neighborhood was like everyone else with perfection in everything they did that is untill they had a second child a little girl who was named anita. anita was a child born of dark skin and curly hair with the most peculiar eyes green with specks of yellow while her mother and father where blond and fair skinned. anita was what is called the black sheep of the family. with nothing in resemblance to her parents nor anyother family member. Antia grew to the age of seven yet was never life those her age she was not spotless nor well mannered, no she was outspoken and always found in the dirt playing games alone. Anita since her birth was alone her parents though they loved her could never understand her and her ways of imperfection. her older sister would not speak to her or be near her in public for her appearance was that of a child out of order. to the world that anita lived in she was unacceptable she was the one to point to whenever something went wrong.~ ill finish the story later it got boring but ahha your a dumbass for reading it cause you just spent at least two minutes of your life that could have been spent elsewhere. for all you know you could die in a few minutes you never know i could be standing by your bedroom window at this moment with a chainsaw and a body bag waiting for you to fall asleep. cause i am crazy like that everyone knows that dont they?