@LIVINGDEADSHILOĀ Ā sentence starters !
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i wouldnāt be who i am, now, if it werenāt for you. (thatās a fact, not gratitude.)
looks like itās peanut butter and sugar again. unless a taco magically shows up on my dinner plate.
have made the unfortunate discovery that crickets have cute cockroach faces. will now be unable to chase them out of the house, also.
weather, PLEASE make up your mind! it was so nice and cold, last week. now itās sweltering!
my window is closed and itās still freezing!
then again, my horoscope also says donāt give peptalks to family members who seem ādownāā¦
iām grateful for my insects and the people i meet in graveyards!
ā¦SOMEone needs to stop scribbling in the margins of my books!
#wheniruletheworld, iām abolishing locked doors. and bad cooking.
i uncovered the piano today. not sure what to do, now.
can you take back a present you made for someone if you havenāt given it to them, yet?
i keep seeing all these pretty necklaces of bugs encased in resin. iām pretty sure someone should teach me how to use resin.
i figured out where the peanut butter was hiding, tonight. also might have made friends with a gnat of some kind.
he still hasnāt opened his present. can you remind him that EVERYONE likes PRESENTS?
weird. who knew i had that much to say?
everythingās fine. or normal, anyway, at least.
thatās okay, i guess. itās not like i worked on this present for a month and a half or anything. itās not like this happens every yearā¦
i donāt know why i bother trying to not believe everything i hear.
i already forgave him for it. i justā¦ you know. worry and stuff.
how am i supposed to wrap a present if no oneās ever told me where the wrapping paper is? (or taught me how toā¦ wrap a present.)
do you want the purple ones, too? they always make the best colors taste the worst.
um, things that would help all that include sleeping in a real bed. just saying.
i thought my VCR was supposed to keep me company, not break and try to eat my tapes. this sucks.
itās finished! i feel really clever today.
what are the odds i wonāt get caught looking?
gosh darn it, thereās ANOTHER hole in the knee of my favorite socks.
so, if too much of a good thing is bad, what does that make not enough of a good thing?
youād think good things donāt hurt like that.
i think i learned my lesson.
like bugs, i guess, in that sense. one is perfect, any more than ten COULD be a bad idea.
the cookies are gone and now my stomach kinda hurts. i thinkā¦ there might be a connection.
i spent an hour with the piano today. i think i earned myself a cookie! or two or three.
you could take an umbrella, you know. or wait until the rain passes.
well, i DO have a few friends. only a few, but theyāre very good friends.
wellā¦ youāre KIND OF a creep. but youāre my creep.
i think i had a cassette player when i was little. but iāve always liked my record player best.
so, thenā¦ you donāt have to worry about what you sound like to me.
stop you from wanting to keep me in a nice little crypt? why would i do that?
itās okay. i only thought it might make a nice pet. but iām used to not having pets, so itās okay.
i was kind of hoping it might wake up or something.
iām pretty sure there are a lot of things that exist without being in my booksā¦
itās possible that it could be something not mentioned in any of my textbooks.
itās still not moving and itās probably not dead.
iām not used to giving things actual names.
theyāre these sillyā¦ animals, i guess, from some really really really old TV program. dadās mentioned them before.
false alarm, everyone. took a bit of research, but tribbles arenāt real. itās just a weird little poof. iām still naming it, though.
but you are awfully cute. iād hate to turn you away.
maybe a bunch of dust particles that decided to form a party and solidify and become a real thing.
found something that looks like a ball of fluff, more solid than a dust bunny, in my closet. pretty sure itās a tribble. or rabbitās tailā¦
can i put my music back on? can i turn it up really really loud without him yelling at me?
i donāt even care if i die again. iām giving up FOR GOOD.
i think itās just oregon trail: This Game Is Really Weird And Who Thought It Was Something Peopleād Want To Play Edition.
thatās what i get for travelling with boys!
no wonder people think i canāt read.
this has all my favorite songs on it. guess what iām doing tonight!
my stomach is in knots. can someone help me untie them?
i think i need to try some ice cream.
iād ask if you made friends with the dust bunnies down there, but every time i collect one, dad comes and sweeps it to its death.
i keep trying to think of a punchline for you, but nothing i come up with sounds clever or funny.
iām pretty sorry about it, too. but iām used to it.
iāve had a long time to practice my sneakiness.
i donāt want anybody to likeā¦ die or anything because heās not there.
i donāt like it when people i like are upset.
i guess bright sides just always look especially bright to me.
you really think heās cool? and you donāt mean just, likeā¦ temperature-wise?
sometimes he can manage NICE, but i donāt know about ācoolā.
braiding real hair is so much more fun than using embroidery thread or yarn.
ā¦sometimes you say things that make me cry, in a good way.
he was my first friend. he takes care of me. he actually likes me. heās the most important person in the world.
the bugs are dead, they wonāt crawl on you.
why is everyone freaking out, so much, about sex, all of a sudden?
i donāt know that youād exactly enjoy spending any time in a graveyard. especially with me.
iām staying out here tonight. much cooler. in a bunch of ways.
maybe heāll just let you go.
that doesnāt make any sense. if he doesnāt love you, he shouldnāt pretend to.
you can talk to me, if you want. i hardly talk to anyone, so iām good at keeping secrets.
you seem okay, sometimes. but i guess it could just be pretending. i do that, too.
i think maybe it wonāt go immediately into the collection. i want to watch it and play with it first. ā¦i probably need a pet.
i found my butterfly mask and now i feel like dancing.
i could help you kinda train the graveyard to loot itself, technicallyā¦
there are a lot of people out there, i think, who need serious hugs.
if he hurt you that badly, he probably deserved to be hurt, too.
heās going to brick up my door and windows and iāll never see you again!
thatās okay, if you donāt want to talk about it. iām totally used to that.
you should have recovering-from-being-sick time more often. without the actual being sick part.
i could take care of myself, if i had to. iāll learn how to cookā¦ some day.
i have a question. a very serious one. howād you get to be so nice and easy to snuggle with?
smaller than my hand. but still big enough to carry me away, iām sure, if it wanted to.
i donāt want to kill it! that would be bad luck.
i hardly ever get to talk to anyone, i like hearing other peopleās stories. even if theyāre not happy.
thereās only one thing iād ever want surgery for and iām pretty sure itād be impossible, anyway.
it must be nice to have friends that close.
heās a tiger moth caterpillar. probably a yellow bear, if iām not mistaken.
almost everyone kept calling me little this morning. it was annoying.
wouldnāt rescuing a princess from a tower automatically qualify someone as a knight? i think so.
doesnāt anyone want to ask me what kind of arrangement IāD want? why do all my decisions get made FOR me?
jekyll? is he a monster? people named jekyll turn into monsters, iāve read it in books.
you owe me another crepe for that.
lots of people are jerks. iāve learned that.
i know youāre not familiar with them at all, but i have this thing and itās called a ābedā and itās really comfy.
i donāt care much. go or stay.
i wonder if they make stuffed giant bugs, since obviously no oneās going to get me a real one.
you just donāt want me to make friends with any living thing.
i bet i could go another whole week without seeing anyone.
i donāt want to go home. i donāt want to go home. i donāt want to go home.
i know iāll have to go home eventually.
this is dumb, today was dumb. i should have brought a blanket. whatever.
graveyard empty of bugs and company. i guess iāll just keep hanging out anyway.
i doubt he likes captivity anymore than they do.
i havenāt been out of bed since friday. i donāt think i like this new medicine.
if you hear a loud noise, everyone, itās just me throwing my tea set at my door.
i guess i shouldnāt worry so much.
worst feeling in the world? knowing you used to not be by yourself.
dear everyone, i hate meatloaf, cake, and birthdays. stay out of my room.
weāre having a tea party to celebrate. without tea. because i canāt go downstairs.
NO THE BATHROOM DOES NOT COUNT.
itās either creepy and disgusting or itās good. Ā it CANNOT BE BOTH.
i guess itās my fault no one can climb the tower, though. Ā not like i have any hair to let down.
feeling kind of, you know. trapped. i donāt like it. help?
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