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I think it might help if I write this thing down. But I don't think I'll say anything new. Just the same old thing I've been saying since the beginning of this whole thing.

I used to be such a good kid. Now, I do things that aren't so good.

I think I might know what happened. I'm not sure: All I know is that I can't make myself say "I don't know what happened."

Maybe I should try to make myself say it then.

Spoiler for A song: 

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I wonder why I stopped posting stuff up on here. Maybe because everyone I used to know left.

Perhaps it is time to make new friends. Hello all. Call me paper.

I like to play video games.
I used to do manga scanlations.
I like comedy animu.
Sometimes, I get very depressed.
I like Liquid DnB.

Oh, I guess I used to write but lately, I've been doing none.
Been trying to get this book out of the way, it'll help with plot ...

An essay.*

http://pastebin.com/6wuSn5VL

So uhh. It's been a while, feel like checking in, posting anything.

To anyone who cares, I've been okay. Not writing much. Not doing much. I got a job, I start soon. Social life is doing okay, got some interesting things happening. Been playing lots of CoD, seems that my skills are above average. Winnning is almost always fun.

Things are always more fun when your with friends. At least half the time. Probably more than half.

I am getting used to the ...

Spoiler Alert, divisive topic about politics, morals, and history.
tl;dr: Some of you will get angry.

Spoiler :  

http://www.nytimes.com/2005/08/12/wo...ewanted=1&_r=2

I just got back from the Philippines. No big deal. Got lots of manga and anime to catch up on. Excited for Autumn Season's. Gotta get a job first though. Then I got solve some problems that I've had for a while nao.

Musikalles, you owe me something, I hope you're not busy and that you remember soon.

Other than that, not much to ask for from you guys. Just welcome me back.

"Family is when you clean everything you know how to clean in the house and someone still finds something to tell you to do."

A long time ago, maybe a couple months, I made this list of names so that I'd know whether or not my sisters were skipping turns washing dishes. The idea was that they'd make a mark next to their name in the list every time they washed so that we had some kind of schedule.

They thought it was because I wanted them to trust me, aaaand ...

Maybe I should write a story, since I am feeling something. But it's not a feeling I like. Cool.

*Goes to the washroom, comes back and climbs into bed with laptop.
Alright.

Aaaand, I have nothing.
Let's try again. No backspace, except to correct spelling errors. Starting nao.


There was a man who crossed a road but half-way down, another man stopped him.

"You can't go there," he said, "Paradise is on ...

When the priviledged look around, they see others like them and those slightly underneath them, looking up.

"Nothing wrong here!" they say cheerfully.

But at the very bottom, the light is blocked by the bodies of the many people above.
Those who find themselves here struggle to find a way up into the light. They ask those above if they can help pull everyone into the atmosphere, so that the light is shared equally.

But are there even ...

A second draft has been written, though not many changes have apparently been made.

Spoiler for Solar Flares - Draft 2: 

http://pastebin.com/AvrVqFye

I hope we're not all sick of this story all ready. I mean, I really liked it when I read it again after getting some work done. Hopefully, you guys do too.

It is 3 minutes from the 19th of June, as of the writing of this sentence.

My shirt stinks.

Sometimes, I feel like the world on the other side of the fence, or the other side of the window, isn't real. As if the only real world is the one on my side. I could explain that by thinking that I can't go there, so I don't need to think it's real. But it's an awkward feeling since I know it's not true. Perhaps too much video games.

School's over, last exam has ...

I wrote a litto poem, thought you guys would be intewested.

Spoiler for Poem: 

'Twas a bright and stormy night,
Yes, because of all the light,
There, Where dark was meant to be,
Instead, lights within your sight.

Though a child may long for morn,
Or an evening lesser torn,
There's a joy inside my soul,
Like a babe awaiting born.

For the lightning my eyes see,
Drumming rain that my ears be,
Cold and wet my skin

...

I wrote another story [a short one] but before I tell it, I'd like to say a few things about myself.

I think I've driven off the edge [off the edge of the road, imagine it as a cliff] but I didn't notice. I only noticed now, when comparing the state of my life to the state of others, wondering why they're so panicked about returning to normalcy while I roam outside the boundaries which they'd rather die than find themselves outside of.

When the night begun, I found ...

The bush growing on my head is so voluptuous.
And my sideburns are so incredibly fluffy.
I can't believe it. I like this.

I was revising this story that I know i should've revised a long time ago. And then, I turned into a ghost.

http://i.imgur.com/SpzfC.jpg

Holy crap, right? A real live ghost. Caught on camera. Aaaamazing.
Idno when this story is going to drop. I'd like to say I'm taking a break but I think that is a lot of work done for nao. Lol. Starting has been a lot of work for me xD.

Thanks always for you guys' support. Even though I've only really written ...