Saturday, March 03, 2012

I'm never more at war with anyone than myself.  I don't get why people think I'm so great; I guess those are the people who are never around to hear me cussing myself out.  Sometimes I wish I could be a beast.  Rip my hair out and scream and claw at the walls to show the world who I really am.  But no. I'm sensible.  My name means "ewe".  I'm kind, and I'm innocent, and I'm a fluffy, white cloud for f fairies to dance on.  See? I even censor myself with a fake typing stutter...

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