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My mom’s Facebook posts about me are flawless


My mom’s Facebook posts about me are flawless


I think I’m going to write a book called “‘Four Hours Is Definitely Enough Sleep’ And Other Lies I Tell Myself”


Do you ever catch yourself thinking rude things about someone or judging them and you’re like “hey stop that, that’s not nice don’t u do that”

I got so mad….

You know whats perfect…mirrors!!

Nothing make sense

can we have a house?

Where it looks hidden but its in plain view. The outside walls are made of mirrors, a reflective surface….with one red door stand still. Lets have someone adventure to the door, out of curiosity I guess. When they face to face the house, they notice its mirrors, a building made of mirrors. Let them open the door, thinking maybe they find some wonderful wonderland…Let have them the highest hopes when they open the door…

Let us imagine that hesitation but that wonderful expression when they thought they find something wonderful, magic. 

When the door flung open by the heaviness of the weight, that person peer in….darkness. Looking for something to shine a light in, to view what may be behind the darkness, perhaps treasure?

Busy looking for a source of light, their body lean forward, losing balance and stumbling forward into the dark abyss. It felt as though they were push, as they look back the door swung close….trapped in the dark….can’t see…can’t see….trembling in fear, choking on air….calling for help, any help please but how can anyone help this poor fool.

Now can we have the person have some light?

When the person found their phone, switch the flashlight on as it shine against the floor…..wooden floor?

Breathe, just breathe slowly and move your light, just think…your thinking what if things will pop out like those horror films. Then really, your gone for. 

The light move from the floor to the wall, making way to the person eye level. Moving the light to the left then to the right to find anything…anything in the horrible place but anything is actually the wrong word to use. Upon the walls are mirrors, different shapes and colors frames hand side by side to one another, covering the wall itself. 

Focusing on one mirror, your light shine off it, trembling, breathing, choking on air, frozen…..

Can we have a house fill with mirrors also, just imagine you will always see what’s behind you. 

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