it's deafening, the only noise I hear in this room is the fan blowing air and my keyboard clacking, removing any errors on this story.
I have made many mistakes in my lifetime. I'm not proud of it though, I'm more ashamed then anything.
Most of the time, I daydream. I dream of another world, filled with monsters and mages and knights and more.
I hate it.
I hate this place.
I hate this world.
I want to live somewhere else. Somewhere magical and mystical, where worries don't exist, like in the fantasy books and games I've played and read.
Or even go to another world, much like ours, except, there's no problems! like uhh.. World hunger! Or wars! or America! None of that should exist, especially America. I don't like that place.
Hm.. I wanna talk to someone. Ehh I'll just talk to myself haha..hah...
I'm lonely.
Anyways!
the water I'm drinking tastes dull, Sorta like cement. Is eating cement safe? I wanna eat cement.
I feel that I should write more, but I have nothing more to say, see you next time.
-Fluffofy.
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Thoughts
Non-FictionJust my thoughts, anecdotes, and feelings. Written into a story I'm probably gonna write this on ao3 too so look out for me there! (My username is Fluffofy too )
