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You ask if im okay I say im fine What i really mean is NO IM NOT OKAY I want to collapse in your arms And cry my eyes out Even if it wont help... Thats what i would do I just have so many questions But they cant be answered I dont even know what they are But they are thier I do know that So no I'm not okay

It hurts But I can stand it Its happened before But it's been Multiple thing I hope this time It's not serious I dont mind When I have it But its not   The best feeling It hurts still But  not very much I'm use to this Having to strain a little sometimes But not usually It'll go away in a few days

I can't stop It's somehow addicting I don't think I can ever stop It's so much fun And easy It's hard for some people but to me it's pretty natural I could stop if I really wanted to But I don't want to it doesn't harm me I don't think it harms people that I'm doing it I don't know how it could thiers nothing to it it's kinda wonderful most people like it And I'm happy about that

I've lost intrest I've got no more determination I've lost hope I cant finish I got bored I saw no point in finishing It's my fault I should have finished about when i started but I didn't that was my mistake I had been so determined where did my determination go? I don't know I wish I still had it I hope it will come back It may I just have to be patient and wait

Dont worry I'll wait for you I'll stay right here I wont leave this place Come and get me when you're ready I'll stay till the end of time waiting for you I wish you would hurry up but I can wait I wont rush you So come when you're ready

Why wont you work I know why but still you wont do what i ask its the only thing you do i dont want to fix you im all comfy i dont even know what he did cant you just go with out it ? your mostly useless you dont do much you just stay there unless somone moves you wyou wont protest you'll just do nothing like nothings happening if you get hurt we have to pay to get you fixed you dont pay we do so cant you do anyhing like how you are right now?

i dont see the point of colors yeah thier pretty but i dont see the point i think it would be easier to just be black and white face it it would be better you wouldnt have to worry about if your clothes matched you grabbed the wrong crayon you wouldnt have to worry about colors being mixed coloring the wrong spot finding the right color i mean really black and white would be so much easier no more choosing no more favorite colors no more deciding it would be easier

I dont care if you hate it its my drawing the only thing that matters is that i like it you dont have to its not yours if you dont understand i dont have to exsplain it you either get it or you dont if i drew it for you you either like it or you dont not that i care i love it i think it rocks the only thing that matters is that I like it

I try to get it right but i just cant get it! i try multiple times they never turn out right why cant i get it! im so determined i try my hardest i looked at multiple examples my hand just wont listen i cant draw it no matter how hard i try i just cant get it so ill leave it then draw something elsse my pictures never turn out right no matter what i try and i try but what do i get? a horrible piece of "art"

the words play in my head over and over like a melody it gets faster and slower starts right over goes back plays in the middle its kinda wack but its my song by me unusual? not really its unique not a very big vocabulary may be small but its still a song will play forever if you just sing it itll get stuck in your head but its worth it its by me my melody that plays over and over you may think its worthless but i think its worth it pass it down it comes back around cause people sing over and over starts right over   goes back plays in the middle its kinda wack but its like me Unusual? yes and not

 I opened my eyes to the sun sining on my face. I sat up in my bed and rubbed my head. The door creaked open and I saw Leli, the nurse from earlier walk in. She was carrying my clothes, all of them. I brought the blanket up to cover myself and looked out the window. "I washed your clothes and repaired them for you," She said. "Thank you," I continued looking out the window. She left the room and I was alone. The sun was warm and inviting but the bed was much more comfortable. I lay back down and looked at the celing. Then I heard it. The metalic neigh. It was more frantic than angry. People outside started yelling and screaming. "Kil