turns out huggies actually doesn't know everything

she told me so herself - who would have thought?


i am thinking of becoming a recluse. no more leaving the house. no more talking to people. no more meeting stupid boys. no more worrying about what people think. i can eat dandelions and sleep all day with my cat. at night i will venture out to the mailbox. all the neighbourhood children will fear me.

and so they should.



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