(me, sitting at a desk, slamming my head against the computer, zack (my boyf) sitting next to me)
Zack: what is wrong??
Me: i'm going to become a hobo, live in a cardboard box, and pick at scabs for a living.
Zack: uh....that's no-
Me:Woe is me, my life is coming to a frickin' end!!! I hate life, i hate you for being so smart, i hate money, i don't have any money!!
Zack: what does that have to do with-
Me: when i die alone and cold, will you miss me.
zack:....uh, sarah?
Me: *slam *slam *slam. *snaps out of it. what is the narrative form again?
Zack:.....?
poor zack.





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To Saint Peter I Will Tell
One More Soldier Reporting Sir
I've Served My Time In Hell" - Unknown
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