Why must life be this way? I don’t understand it. If we lived in a utopia, things might be better; but I’m not sure about that. I wish there was some kind of something to overcome this feeling of inadequacy. I doubt I will ever fully figure it out. If I had the ability, I would do it in a second. But I don’t seem to have that ability at the moment. Maybe one day I will be able to figure it all out.
I'm not bored anymore... ahhh, I need to write a new story... hmmm let's see here.
Peach was sitting at her desk writing a letter... again. She recalled the last letter she had written and smiled. This time around, she had been able to not eat her paper or her pencil... and was doing just fine.
SockPuppet flew into the room... 'cause that's how she gets from place to place, people fling her around. Anyway, as Peach was sitting there writing her letter Sock landed right on top of the paper. It didn't go over too well with Peach, and she gobbled up Sock as quickly as possible... sptting out her eyes and the yarn that was used for her hair.
hmmm... why do I keep picking on Sock like this? oh well... lol More to come tomorrow I'm sure...
Peach was sitting at her desk writing a letter... again. She recalled the last letter she had written and smiled. This time around, she had been able to not eat her paper or her pencil... and was doing just fine.
SockPuppet flew into the room... 'cause that's how she gets from place to place, people fling her around. Anyway, as Peach was sitting there writing her letter Sock landed right on top of the paper. It didn't go over too well with Peach, and she gobbled up Sock as quickly as possible... sptting out her eyes and the yarn that was used for her hair.
hmmm... why do I keep picking on Sock like this? oh well... lol More to come tomorrow I'm sure...
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