This is very very old. I know it is all cliche and ridiculous but I want to have a digital copy. so why not.
I believe I wrote these in 5th grade haha
I sit alone in a dark place not knowing of the eyes that stare me down coldly like the chill of ice going down your spine in the steaming hot summer.
I hear a shriek or a so called “bump in the night” I get up and feel around frantically. I start to run and I hear something again like a cracked bone. I feel pain, it had been me. I had fallen over something soft and warm.
Where was I? Why couldn’t I find the light? I screamed… A light flipped on. It was my mom. I forgot we moved. I had woken up from a bad dream and tripped over my brother. I was all right for now until my brother punches me for stepping on him.
lol wow. really? haha yeaa. Idk why I’m putting these all here but what the hell. at least I can look back and laugh even more than I am now.
I created this logo for my dad who is apparently going to make a minstry? what do you guys think? I welcome constructive criticism
I’ve decided I’m going to post all my really old poetry so I can have a digital copy of it. So.. beware of that.. lol
Yea this is how I see it. They give girls like me who actually play games a bad name. I’m more of the “THIS FUCKING BULLSHIT YOU FUCKing ZOMBIE ASSHOLE” kind of person. you know. the “I will shower when hyrule is free!” kind of person.