Those were Peter's last words before he disappeared.
And since that day I've been thinking.
What have I done so far with my life?
I despise this place. Indiana.
I got a job in a Department store recently. Did I tell you all? Do you care? Of course not. This is what's great about Blogger, the silence.
Wait. . .six followers? And one comment? Go away. Go away. Don't bother me. I hate the noise. I hate the noise that people bring. Ugh too many people.
I love the silence. I can't be around people. Don't fit. Don't fit it.
I enjoy suffering.
I love it when people participate in...Overimaginitive ...self loathing. (You are. . .everything you say you are.)
What time is it?
Peter Pan Flew Away to Never Land.
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