#34.
Woke up and didn't feel so good this morning. The pain only kicks in after you've had a night to dream about it, think about it. Ha, more like over-think about it. Isn't the human brain brilliant? Blows things out of proportion until they eat you, like a humongous sea monster. Except instead of water, you're getting attacked by your own thoughts.

"Hello Mr. Thought monster, everything okay?"
"IMUNA EATCHUUU."
"Actually yeah no, that's fine with me. Hang on.."
"What? You're supposed to scream, you wanna live!"
"I don't mind being eaten atm. So many things getting me down.."
"SHUTUP AND WRITE A POEM ABOUT IT. I don't care, I'm just the thought monster. I'm supposed to attempt to eat you, and you're supposed to scream.."

I actually did shutup and write a poem about it. But I sorta tore it up. That's what happens when you've finished your NAPLAN and have too much time on your hands. I drew a whole bunch of stuff too, but that honestly doesn't matter. What matters is the fact that something that took so long to be built was broken. I hope it doesn't take me too long to get over it. Wait, rephrase. I hope it doesn't take too long to get back to where it was.

Hey, mum, why can't you just let me out like all the other little kiddies?

Enough blogging. I'm just gonna go eat some rice and watch HIMYM. That'll help kill the pain.

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