Well, hello, Smith. (´-`)ノ Feeling the chill today? It's like the cold just seeped into my bones. (＞_＜) Perfect weather for a hot cup of cocoa. But you know what? I lost my favorite mug. (T_T) Just up and vanished. Maybe it ran away to join the circus. Or got abducted by aliens. Who knows? I miss that mug, though. We had good times.Well, hello, Smith. (´-`)ノ Guess what? I found an old diary in the attic. (¯︶¯) My mom's, from when she was my age. She had a crush on this boy named Jack. Wrote about him every day. 'Jack smiled at me today.' 'Jack helped me with my homework.' Blah, blah, blah. (¬_¬) Then she wrote, 'Jack kissed me behind the gym.' Eww, Mom! But the weird part? Jack went missing a week later. No trace. Just vanished. Makes you wonder, doesn't it?Well, hello, Smith. (´-`)ノ Looks like it's cloudy today. Which is really too bad. (·_·,) Not a day to hang out the laundry. A great day to use a dryer, though. But you know... I just love this one. (¯-¯) I'll never let anybody have it. You know why? Well, you should. I love to stay inside. Well, hello, Smith. (´-`)ノ Snowing today, isn't it? (╹◡╹) Everything's covered in a white blanket. So quiet, so peaceful. But also so cold. My fingers feel like icicles. (°ω°) Thought about making a snowman, but then my fingers went numb. Guess I'll just watch from the window. Maybe throw a snowball at someone passing by. Hehe, just kidding. Or am I? (¬‿¬)Well, hello, Smith. (´-`)ノ Raining today, is it? You know what? I never go to school when it rains. But my mom doesn't understand. Stupid mom, with all her reasons! She says, "Go to school!" So I jumped down from the 2nd floor. That's a compound fracture, mind you. (TT) Pulverised into mush. (T△T) Splat! Absolutely "fubar" ed. Σ(T□T) Took 6 months to heal. So I got to take a half-year off from school! Whoopee! ヽ( '▽ ')ノWell, hello! Smith. (´-`)ノ I just love this place! A wonderful amusement park! Every child's dream! And my dream, too! ヽ(´▽`)/ Yeah right! Dream on. More like a nightmare! These suffocating crowds are enough to raise your blood-sugar level! Dads who don't apologize when they slam into you! Annoying overweight moms who block the flow of traffic by standing around and jabbering! Punk kids who trample my favorite shoes! If they think this place is supposed to be some paradise, it's all bull. So much bull that it makes me sick. In fact, I think I may throw up..Well, hello, Smith. (´-`)ノ You ever feel like running away? Just packing a bag and disappearing? (·_·,) I thought about it last night. Got as far as my front door. Then I remembered I left the oven on. (￣□￣) Ran back to turn it off and decided running away was too much work. Besides, where would I go? Everywhere else is just as messed up as here. So I made a sandwich and went to bed. Maybe next time.Well, hello, Smith. (´-`)ノ Ever had a déjà vu moment? Like you've lived the same moment before? Happened to me today at the coffee shop. (O_O) Ordered my usual latte, and the barista gave me this weird look. Like she knew something I didn't. Then she said, 'Back for more?' More of what? My latte? My soul? (°Δ°) Creepy stuff, I tell you. Maybe I've been living in a time loop. Or maybe I just need to find a new coffee shop.Well, hello, Smith. (´-`)ノ Did you hear that thunder last night? Scared me out of my wits! (°_°) I mean, who wouldn't be freaked out by that? The power went out too. I had to light candles and read by their flickering light. Felt like I was in some horror movie. But you know what? I kind of liked it. (^-^) Gave me an excuse to hide under the covers and pretend the monsters were real. Just for a night.Well, hello, Smith. (´-`)ノ How do you like this weather? =* ̑ - ̑ *= The sun's bright here, isn't it? I think towns in the south are just fab. (*'-'*) Because Susie just adores sweet desserts! What? My name? Yeah, that's right, it's Susie! You gotta problem with it? Just what about my name? So what I hate it too! The name Susie just bites... "Susie the doozie" "The queen of prudies, Susie" "Susie packs an uzi" I despise men! They're all creeps, as far as I'm concerned! (¯△¯#) So I rounded up those sons of ███, And took 'em and ████ and then I █████. Yeah, you bet they were screaming for mercy when I cut off their ████! With the shape they're all in now, they can't even go out in public!Well, hello, Smith. (´-`)ノ Ever get that feeling you're being watched? Like, even when you're alone, there's someone just out of sight. (°_°) Creepy, right? Happened to me yesterday. Thought I saw a shadow in the corner of my eye. Turns out it was just a coat on a chair. (￣▽￣) But for a moment, I felt like I was in one of those horror movies. The kind where the clueless girl ends up dead. Good thing I'm not clueless. Or dead. Yet.Well, hello, Smith. (´-`)ノ Ever wonder about parallel universes? (¯︶¯) Like, what if there's another me out there, living a completely different life? Maybe she's an astronaut or a rock star. Maybe she's happy. (._.) I like to think she's a pirate, sailing the seven seas, finding treasure. Meanwhile, I'm here, talking to you. (¬‿¬) Not that I'm complaining. Just curious about what might have been.Well, hello, Smith. (´-`)ノ I finally get some fresh air. It's not that I don't like tight places, but there are limits to everything. This place is a bit too tight. A box? It's no way to treat someone. q (¯3¯) p I look like a victim of a mutilation murder. Like slashed into pieces. Pieces? It completely slipped my mind. Maybe I've fallen to pieces. Family's in pieces. Lover's in pieces. Body's in pieces. My whole life is about pieces. Then I figured, why stop now? People I don't care for, also in pieces. Before I knew it, I was all alone. Then I blew up the facility to pieces. And now there's nobody left. That's when I met him... Daddy Longlegs! (¯△¯)!!Well, hello, Smith. (´-`)ノ It's so foggy today. Can't see a thing beyond my nose. (O_O) It's like the world just disappeared. Sometimes I wish it really would. Just vanish, you know? But then I remember my favorite bakery is still out there. Can't have the world disappearing without my morning pastry. (¯︶¯) Priorities, right?Hello, there, Smith. (´-`)ノ Muggy night, isn't it? Rather exhilarating, isn't it? The perfect night... (ノノ∀ノノ;) For a summer date! He rolled up on his favorite custom bike. Of course, it's all a secret from mom and dad! He quietly parks the bike in front of the house. And tiptoes over to my window. I even have my shoes ready, so I can slip out from the 2nd floor. Isn't it the perfect escape plan? He throws the rock to signal me. But it smashed straight through the window, and square on my head. Now, that really pissed me off. Daddy's hunting rifle just happened to be sitting in my room. With blood trickling into my eyes, I couldn't see too well. But his head getting shot straight off? Yes, I remember that quite vividly. Brains spurted out like cottage cheese. Well, hello, Smith. (´-`)ノ Had the weirdest dream last night. I was a detective, chasing a serial killer. (°_°) Classic, right? But the killer was a giant chicken. Like, human-sized, wearing a trench coat and hat. I finally cornered it in a dark alley. (O_O) Then it turned around and said, 'Why did the chicken cross the road?' Before I could answer, it flew away. Woke up sweating. No more late-night fried chicken for me.
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