My thoughts and feelings

[Down_In_It]

Just thought I'd write how I felt last night. How's my writing?


I looked into the mirror to see a boy staring back at me, with eye's like deep blue marbles with huge round pupils
that you could get lost in. I nearly did for a second! I steard into the boys face, how pale, how... fragile! I wondered
what the effects would be if I smashed his face into the mirror. My forehead would crack and my light brown curly long starnds
of hair would be mixed with a bloody red mixture of torn pale white flesh and splinters of shatterd silver mirror. I could
almost feel the tepid red fluid runing down my face in thick rose red streams.

[SelfControl]

We've all been here. Just remember that, no matter how much you may feel like a prisoner in your own body, it is pretty much the only thing that keeps yr brain off the floor.

[sentient]

thats brilliant I havent stopped laughing since I read this.
You should have carried it on and got to a bit where instead you decided to super-glue your younger brother to a camel called "George" and then set fire to the camels tail so it would run away and you'd never see your brother again because you hate him
There could also be an aardvark called Brian that plays the banjo in the story and he introduces you to an elk called dave who is an alcoholic

[White Scorpion]

That would look excellent on a Christmas card.

[sentient]

or any gift wrapping paper