I could write about whatever I want! I wonder what I would write about. Would it be scary? Would it be sad? Would it be
boring? I wonder if anyone would read my book. I'm not a very good writer. Nobody would want to read a bad book. Right?
I wonder if I would be sad that my books were so bad. Would I get better at writing, or would I give up.
Would I have friends? Would they be good friends? Would I have a best friend? I wonder about all the wonder things
I would do with a best friend. If I had a best friend, I would make them laugh, and make sure that they were feeling ok.
I love making people happy. I hate it when people are sad. Unless they decerve it, but does anyone really deserve it?
What if doing bad things is actally good. Does that make sense? Maybe not... but still! It's all up to what you belive I guess.
Do you belive in something? I used to belive in somthing. And now that thing is long forgoten.....
Have you ever forgotten somthing? Somthing that you want to remember with every fiber in your body. Somthing you cant
live without? I couldn't live without it. I miss it. Do you miss it? Would you do anything to get it back? I would.
It tears me up inside. Like a small knife that is stuck to the side of my stomach, and it gets bigger, and bigger, until
it bursts through your stomach wall and your digestive acid spills into your innards and you die a slow painful death.
Has that ever happened to you? I wonder.