Friday, July 13, 2012

Entry #6

There are times I kind of want to laugh evilly and maniacally and then curl into a ball in the corner and cry and then get up and run around the house and down the street flailing my arms screaming/making weird sounds. Then I want to lay down flat on my back with my arms and legs splat out, just out in the middle of a street without moving. Maybe I'll be smiling. And if anyone stops to look at me, I'll look at them and frown until they go away. Then I will go back to smiling.

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