As for mood, I guess what you can call this is a small depression. After all, I have no friends up here in this far out house in the middle of nowheresvill smack in the middle of nepa. NOT LIKE IT"S PRIVATE OR ALL!! Whoever said the woods had privacy was smoking something illegal. Everyone is into your business here, you can't cough without someone hearing you. But whatever I'm just ranting. Btw, in case your wondering, no, inside the house isn't private either. There are three walls to seperate people, the two bedrooms and the bathroom. That's it. If your in the kitchen you go a litteral 3 feet your in the living room. And even the door seperating my bedroom from the rest of the house has to have a curtain because it's GLASS.
Alright, enough random ranting about my house. I do get joy out of my life at nights when I'm talking to my one friend. Anyone, I think I just blew all the steam ((pretty sure I spelled that wrong.)) off I needed to today. Isn't that what the porpose of these journals are for? (( lol the mood icon. It's so cute and stabbity. ))







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Some people are like slinkys; Not really good for anything, but you can't help but smile when you see one tumble down the stairs
Me: "Axel baby, I'd be on you so fast you wouldn't have time to scream 'rape!'"
Axel: "........"
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You think I'm yucky?
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