This studio is for myself so I don’t want random people here but it’s not like you’re even listening so go ahead. I wrote this so I can remember this.
Friday, October 24, 2017
There once was a marinete with a heart and large imagination. The person that made her loved the puppet and played with her until one day found her useless and started abusing her. The toy tried its best to not be misused but couldn’t do anything. One night she heard her owner talking about making a new marinete and throwing her away. All the puppet’s dreams of being a real human were crushed. The day before the craftsman was going to throw her away, the toy used its last bit of energy to go away, away, away... She used the last of her magic and went into the furnace and burned, her ashes were taken into the garbage. The once lively marinete was never seen again.
People aren’t born sad or are trash,
We make them that way...
Wednesday, April 11, 2018
Mom: “You’re like the devil, you want me to go against your dad. You’re sneaky and deceitful, you tell no truth” Me: “H-he t-told me t-to rake the leaves t-today before I d-do anything else...” Mom: “You need to make good grades in school so you can get a job and make money and be happy, I don’t want you in one of those pathetic public schools because you are already pathetic enough.” Me: *I want to go to a public school so I can make friends...* I bit myself, I can’t let her know that I only have fake friends at BCS. “Well, isn’t it possible to be happy without money?” Mom: “Name one person who is happy and who is poor. NOW” she said jerking the car and smiling at me although I don’t think she was happy at me. Me:
“W-well there’s a lot of poor people who a-are happy with themselves like-” Mom: “It doesn’t matter, they are going to end up like you, weak and pathetic...”