kleined
I warned them that it was a bad idea. I warned them it wouldn't work. They didn't listen. I wish they would have. Warnings aren't heeded. Most of the time, but when they are it might be a mistake. Who knows. who Cares. I guess its over.
Density is helpful when you have problems. Maybe they won't affect you so much. If you have a little depth, a little density, you can hold out from the deathly feelings you can get. Maybe. but sometimes nothing helps.
I was convinced that it was over. I always feel convinced even when it never is. I never can guess. No matter who convinces me or how, I change my mind. Never fails. I think, maybe not.
I like to sit on my couch. I do it often. Alone. It's a part of my family. It watches tv with me and reads with me and loves me. I had my first on this couch. And my last. At once. I think I'll take a nap now. Goodnight.
It's concerning to know what I know, and I don't even know if I know. Im concerned for all of our well-being, since it is not guaranteed. Im concerned that we might not make it out alive. Im concerned that my concern my be out of hand, but I hope you'll understand.
I have a pouch. You can sit in it if you'd like. I would like to take you everywhere in my pouch. Across town, in the park, to a movie. Everywhere. It would be fun. Then i can pull you out of the pouch and button it up and put you on the bed stand so you can watch me sleep Goodnight.