this is a little hard right about now.
i wish i had a thicker skin.
so he couldn't crawl under it.
it gives me hope.
you know, conquering demons.
maybe one day i can do that.
i need to finish this book first.
i'm kind of proud of myself.
not alot of kids make books at thirteen.
but i'm not like alot of kids.
sleeep tight baby.
the rides almost over.
soon it'll be summer.
and i'll find myself something to love.
like, publishing and brown boxes full of my work.
i'll fake a smile just for you.
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