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I practically broke down and simply had to move my computer back into my room. I’m tired of the stress this family is giving me. I know this is an important time for everyone because my grandmother is having lung surgery, but honestly, I cannot cope with how they’re treating this.
I know I’ll have to be in the hospital with her, and with that my imagination runs wild. I actually somewhat enjoy being in the hospital I vision obscure people walking up and down the hall wearing hospital clothing pulling medical equipment behind them with blood and gore fallowing them. I wonder honestly how much hunts the buildings of hospitals, so many have died there, the good and the foul.
I suppose I ask too many questions, and so I’ve been told it’s not such a good idea to ask. Learn from your eyes, but I’m afraid that I cannot do that so well with my questions, so what would I do?
So many things come up when my mind is idle, but I cannot help this. I’m trying to clean my room and needless to say if I do not find something small and broken to play with, I’ll not be paying attention to what I do.
Why broken things? I’ve always liked broken things more... because most people do not like them, so I suppose I’ve found that I must like them and care for them.
And my room… I have to have a clean room to be settled…
**As I was writing this I noticed there was a wasp or something of the nature +knows nothing of bugs and such+ caught in the between of my shade and window he looks like a mister, someone who would have been quite charming and such a gentleman, strong pointed face and jet black wings. He’s honestly lovely, shame he will soon die if he does not find a way out, I wish to help, but I’m simply too afraid of him to help. Isn’t that such a problem? Yet, I find myself feeling very much like him. **
I know I’ll have to be in the hospital with her, and with that my imagination runs wild. I actually somewhat enjoy being in the hospital I vision obscure people walking up and down the hall wearing hospital clothing pulling medical equipment behind them with blood and gore fallowing them. I wonder honestly how much hunts the buildings of hospitals, so many have died there, the good and the foul.
I suppose I ask too many questions, and so I’ve been told it’s not such a good idea to ask. Learn from your eyes, but I’m afraid that I cannot do that so well with my questions, so what would I do?
So many things come up when my mind is idle, but I cannot help this. I’m trying to clean my room and needless to say if I do not find something small and broken to play with, I’ll not be paying attention to what I do.
Why broken things? I’ve always liked broken things more... because most people do not like them, so I suppose I’ve found that I must like them and care for them.
And my room… I have to have a clean room to be settled…
**As I was writing this I noticed there was a wasp or something of the nature +knows nothing of bugs and such+ caught in the between of my shade and window he looks like a mister, someone who would have been quite charming and such a gentleman, strong pointed face and jet black wings. He’s honestly lovely, shame he will soon die if he does not find a way out, I wish to help, but I’m simply too afraid of him to help. Isn’t that such a problem? Yet, I find myself feeling very much like him. **