Sixteen Degrees to Reality

Not exactly the time of your life.

Your ass is falling all over the sides of the chair and confusion pokes every 108 minutes.

Bother bother bother.

The focal point is there. You walk. Fast. And run.

Breathe.

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Damnit. Everytime I try to write it always ends up with me running away from something.

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HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!!!!

Right. And now that we’re settled..

1. Stay away from anything that screams "EAT ME, I’M SO YUMMY!". You’ve got to lose your Holiday Handles, trust me.

2. Stop being so insecure.

3. Write again. You’ve been rusty waaayyyyy tooooo loooonnngg.

4. PLAY some more. You’re seriously NOT that busy to bring back your magic~*~ in~*~ music.

5. +PRAY+. It’s been a while since He last heard from you…. Oh and try to go to mass regularly this year.

6. Don’t guffaw laugh at people who trip on the streets. You don’t know how rude you sound.

7. And try not to make a lot of noise when you do the tripping. It’s for your own good.

8. |R|e|a|d| |b|e|t|w|e|e|n| |t|h|e| |l|i|n|e|s|. Applicable not only to literature.

9. Strive, I’m telling you, STRIVE to be responsible in school.

10. Conscience is not something to say "SHUT THE HELL UP" to.

<– This cousin of mine will whoop your arse if you dare take my pictures without permission.

CHEERIO!