well, i guess 12 now since i somehow was sleeping for a whole year. i still dont know how i did that. i guess the world evolved that much that someone managed to create something to do that, i dunno, i dont keep up with this type of stuff.
speaking about my memory, im also an idiot. there was this catboy that is scary. very scary. like i seriously think they could kill me
he decided to sleep in the library. i dunno why he would since the beds are actually really nice, although i suppose some people dont like sharing rooms so i cant complain that much. i also offended him, like multiple times i think! i cant tell if hes joking or like, hes serious. i sometimes compare him to them, which i know is really bad but… i think he’s gonna hurt me. i dont know what to feel.
i wanna erase that now. what if cheshire reads this? i’ll have to explain. i’ll look like an idiot to him. i dont want that. im not an idiot, i swear. i cant find an eraser anywhere.
oh well, i guess i’ll have to keep this secret. i’ll have to lie. not that hard, since most of my time in public is a lie anyways… i’m the ultimate pianist, i have to attend a performance, the fact i wear one sock is just for fashion. it’s all lies.
but i have to lie to survive. thats how my world is.
i'll write soon i guess. i dont want to write more today.
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