

Plot HolesO hai And what were you expecting? Genius in words? A tribute! A laugh to be sure! But what does a deviant write about when They don't know what to write any more? About nine years, or my deviate fears? There's that three way they mentioned before... Perhaps I could write something significant Though most likely it would be a borePlot Holes
How about, with a stroke of my pen (Or a tap of a few keys in truth) I tell you the tale: How I came to be here It began in a Mickey D's booth
No, really! I was nine at the time
When I got out my notebook and drew out


Writings on more than the wallWith each passing day it seems I become more unbearable to myself. I am conceited, I am overeager and overfriendly. At the same time I manage to be insecure, downtrodden and anti-social. My feelings are irrational and overpower me with their strength, but not five minutes later things which were so meaningful before seem trivial and pointless. I am one extreme or the other. I am never like or dislike. I am not even love or hate. I am obsessive adoration or utterly despising of all things.Writings on more than the wall
Truthfully, I feel I am a burden to those who care for me. One wholly undeserving of their love. What do they see in me? A proud creature, ful
Taco
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