mishewwie
I feel under the weather. Isn't that such a weird statement? How can you possibly be under something that isn't technically physical. I feel under the desk. Under the chair. Not under the weather.
I'm not actually sick.
I'm sitting right now and I spend most of my life sitting. I don't like standing. My feet hurt when I stand. I know it's ridiculous and I'm not pregnant but my feet weren't made to stand for long periods of time. I just like to wear my butt out on three hour bus rides.
I can't stand it because I looked up a map of how far away we'll be when I'm in Boston and it's 400 miles which is still too far so now I'm considering going to Johns Hopkins because at least then I'll be in your hometown and maybe just maybe you'll still love me a year from now and we can make it work.
I see this word and all I can think of is the Jesus crap they breast feed you in Sunday school. I don't think I ever believed that Jesus was my savior. I've always believed in God to an extent, but I never thought Jesus was anything more than a lucky man and Mary was anything more than a crafty slut.
Only a small amount of time remained before the world was going to end. I know it sounds ridiculous, but i was the only person who knew this. i was the one who had foreseen this event coming since i was five, when i had first come in contact with the Great Elder. He told me this exact date and made me vow never to reveal it to anyone.
It was probable that she was lying. This always happened. She always lied. We didn't know her well enough to be sure of it, but, it was probable. It was always probable. From the time she told her mom that she remembered being in the womb to the time she told her boyfriend that she loved him just to prevent him from committing suicide, she lied.