Ok,so here is my last watchers feature(after this one,i'm done;I decided to post only the thumbs,to save space.)I thought today is the perfect day to update my journal,since next week i'll be busy doing stuff for my trip to Greece.I'll be setting off next friday
Gentlemen, BewareSome people say what they mean, and other people mean to say something but can't think of anything that could rap up the situation into a nice little parcel and place it on the doorstep of life. Right now was one of those times, and yes, that person is me. Um, hi. So this is awkward, because I've never been the narrator of a story before. I assume this entails some sort of importance in the whole scheme of things, but if you thought that then you would be wrong. Sometimes things make scene, sometimes things all seem to fall orderly into a nice little line so you can pick whichever one you think matches your eyes, and sport it proudly with a wide grin across your face. But just like the word sometimes, perfect lives only happen...um...sometimes.
I can hear them coming, their voices piercing the night air and swooping into my head like vultures out for the perfect kill. Just like the perfect victim, I was trapped, corned at the edge of life with one foot in the grave and the other choppe
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