...o_0

 Why not?

Three slips of paper. One of my drawings, one of a letter, and one with the names of everyone important to me.

Because what I draw are my thoughts turned in to images.

Because I'm shallow enough to still need words to say all the things a single image can't.

Because I am nothing more or less the product of everyone who has ever cared for me.

I hate it when you burn your tongue. It feels like your mouth is full of cotton.

And I can't taste anything either. This sucks.

And eating (drinking?) cold soda + scalding soup + cold icecream makes your stomach do gymnastics. Liquid diet WTF.

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 Haaaaa ~ <3
This thing is so pointless. I don't even post here. Its funny.
No, really.
Like, look-at-that-thing-it-doesn't-have-legs-and-it-still-thinks-it-can-walk sort of way.  Like purposely squishing only half a cockroach to see whats left flail in all its little buggy agony.

I don't do journals.

Saying that's redundant, though. I've said it ( Read more... )