When I was 5 years old I started writing and making art as a way to survive in my home. My home, incidentally LOOKED great. No one had ANY fucking idea what was ACTUALLY happening. Some people still don't, even those who lived there. We would have made a great episode of CSI, including the murder across the street that was never solved ( Read more... )

It's been a WHILE. I may do this shit again, have to think about it. I think I PAY for it, so I probably SHOULD.

Right now I need to pee, though. More later.

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I am really enjoying having my house all to myself. Maybe I should not get a roommate after all.

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