Nightmare of RealitiesThe UnexpectedNightmare of Realities
October 16th, 15 days until my 15th birthday. Ironic isn’t it. Mother is out and I was left alone. I am an only child with hardly any friends. And the worst thing about today is I’m cleaning. “Ahhhhcho” I wipe the dust away from my nose and stand up.
I was in my attic dusting out shelves and bookcases that haven’t been touched in about four million years. I don’t really know why I’m doing this. Mother didn’t even ask me to, I’m just doing it. I don’t even like cleaning. It’s just I had this odd feeling that something was going to happen to me. Something unexplainable. I don’t know it sounds
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Keep it up!
A passer-by
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Urgh. Fucking Jagermeister.
would you mind if i watched you? i have a feeling you'll produce some great stuff
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Urgh. Fucking Jagermeister.
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Urgh. Fucking Jagermeister.
BTW, many thanks for the fav :3
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