Sun May 17 04:56:34 PM MDT 2026 Missing Dad I am missing my dad so much today. I don’t know how I can get through this life without thinking about him everyday of my life. I don’t know what to do about it. I mean I’m here, he’s not. He’s dead. There are so many emotions that come flooding in from time to time and I can’t seem to deal with any of them. It would be nice not to worry about anything anymore. I worry about the life after this one the most. What’s going to happen when we all die? Who will be there waiting on the other side for us? I hope my dad finds me. I hope he hasn’t forgotten about me. There are things in this life that don’t always make sense . I think living and dying are some of those things. It would be nice to be able to really understand what’s going on and figure it all out day by day, minute by minute. I don’t know if there’s an option for that though. Life seems to get in the way at times. It’s rather annoying. I don’t want it to be in the way of anything t...
Peach and Sock sat inside the cold dark mailbox waiting to be picked up by the mail man... or was it a male man... lol Ah anyway... as they were sitting there, Peach looked to Sock as if to say "This is so cool, I'm glad I thought of this."
Sock looked to Peach and snickered, which turned into outright laughter... because she knew Peach couldn't really talk, all she could do was telepathically project thoughts of destruction into her head... as well as other thoughts of warm fuzzies.
Sock stuck her tongue out at Peach and glared at her... "It was MY idea Peach! Not Yours!"
Peach sighed, and started to nibble on Sock's lock of hair... until Sock was bald.
Sock, realizing that she didn't have any hair anymore, started to cry. Peach got tired of the crying, so she ate her...
Afterwards, Peach hobbled out of the mailbox and went back in the house, sat down at her desk and started to write.
Sock looked to Peach and snickered, which turned into outright laughter... because she knew Peach couldn't really talk, all she could do was telepathically project thoughts of destruction into her head... as well as other thoughts of warm fuzzies.
Sock stuck her tongue out at Peach and glared at her... "It was MY idea Peach! Not Yours!"
Peach sighed, and started to nibble on Sock's lock of hair... until Sock was bald.
Sock, realizing that she didn't have any hair anymore, started to cry. Peach got tired of the crying, so she ate her...
Afterwards, Peach hobbled out of the mailbox and went back in the house, sat down at her desk and started to write.
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