4/13/18
6:31:57 PM
Friday
There is a 3 foot person in my house. A small human with more bones than me. Also known as a baby, or toddler. I don't fucking know the difference. Anyways the reason I'm writing this is because I am intimidated. Yes I am intimidated by a child, that can't even speak. I don't know why. Kids make me uncomfortable. I look at my family and I look at the baby, and I think to myself, 'you don't belong here'. Why, well simple. My family is all times of fucked up. I just can't imagine a baby being in my house. I can't even imagine having kids myself. That is a whole different entry.
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Thing I Can't Say Out Loud
Short StoryMy thoughts, rants, etc. Be mindful this isn't a character. This is actually me. All of this is personal, please keep an open mind.
