I have a room, a space, a place, and its mine. It has my things, it smells like me. its crisp, new, clean and all mine. I am tired. So tired I dont feel like typing. My back hurts, my feet are sore, my eyes puffy, and my underwear so far up my... I don't feel like telling the world about my life right now. I am grumpy. But maybe I should quit worrying what the world thinks. This blog is supposed to be my place, my space. I can create what I want here. It for me, not the rest of the world. It me in this space, and I'm all alone, and I'm okay with that... I'm just not sure how cool I am with people watching...
My sister, she has really beautiful feet, they are toned and poised, and look like the should be featured in commercials. My feet can only be described as the hairless cousin to that of hobbits feet. She wears open shoes with little straps, I wear boots.
I am worried I will be alone for ever, when I was small I had a nightmare that everything I touched turned to red sand, and it started with those I love. I tried to hug my sister, and I cried when she turned to sand then my mother would touch me, this continued until I was basically on mars. I also had a re-occurring dream where my mother was mad at me, so I ran away, but somehow the gate out of my backyard lead directly to supermario land, where I joined forced with princess peach and tried to escape my mother and the pose she had developed. We climbed up into a tower, into the only room in the whole place, which was like a mix between my bedroom at home, and the one I stayed in when we visited my uncles cottage. We piled all the furniture against the door, and hid in the closet. I would wake up screaming as snuffalupagus (sesame steer) and the teletubies vacuum cleaner came wiggling through the door.
I wonder where I'm going, what direction I'm aimless floating in within the universe. I wonder if I have a destiny.
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