There are no fancy words in this specific post. No thesaurus, no dictionary. Pure natural emotion. Personally, I'm a sore loser. I can't take a loss easily, I take everything seriously. People say I'm too deep, they don't realize that there is nothing wrong with being deep. I don't know if they think it makes someone less of a person. Do they think that? I want to know if they think it is a flaw. To late, that has already been inferred: Positive.
Stupid eater basket hunt, no candy. No candy? Did the Pope die or something?! I got these little clues; "Look under where you expect him to give god respect", a good clue, diverse in answers. Under G's rocking chair? Under G's TV? I finally figured it out (with the help of the hunt maker), it was under the table. Not on the floor, underneath the top of the table, tapped to the surface. The next clue; "Look inside and you will find the next clue", what?! How are you supposed to figure that out? I wasn't going to look inside every book, I wasn't going to look in the fridge, I wasn't going to scale the whole house for another putrid clue!
Finally, E and M found the stupid basket. I was fighting, pissed off. Rage. I said to S, "How do you do that? Oh, 'Look inside and you will find the next clue' yeah good one!" S finally found the clue for me, but still it didn't help. At least give a hint of what your looking inside. S finally went and said, "Well, you were supposed to look in the cabinets,". Gravity was the only existing force, my jaw was pulled down to the center of the earth.
At first I wanted to go cry in a corner, then I wanted to punch someone in the face and crater their forehead, then I just wanted to write. Write. Writing. Still writing. Starting to stop writing. Almost done writing. Done writing.
Stupid eater basket hunt, no candy. No candy? Did the Pope die or something?! I got these little clues; "Look under where you expect him to give god respect", a good clue, diverse in answers. Under G's rocking chair? Under G's TV? I finally figured it out (with the help of the hunt maker), it was under the table. Not on the floor, underneath the top of the table, tapped to the surface. The next clue; "Look inside and you will find the next clue", what?! How are you supposed to figure that out? I wasn't going to look inside every book, I wasn't going to look in the fridge, I wasn't going to scale the whole house for another putrid clue!
Finally, E and M found the stupid basket. I was fighting, pissed off. Rage. I said to S, "How do you do that? Oh, 'Look inside and you will find the next clue' yeah good one!" S finally found the clue for me, but still it didn't help. At least give a hint of what your looking inside. S finally went and said, "Well, you were supposed to look in the cabinets,". Gravity was the only existing force, my jaw was pulled down to the center of the earth.
At first I wanted to go cry in a corner, then I wanted to punch someone in the face and crater their forehead, then I just wanted to write. Write. Writing. Still writing. Starting to stop writing. Almost done writing. Done writing.
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