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My Parents Are Arguing.

I Don't Like It.

They Picked Me As A Balance, As Well.
Trying To Make Me Pick Sides To Prove Who Was Right.
I Just Told Them They Were Taking Me Out Of Context, And They Misunderstood What Each Was Saying.
I'm Apparantly A Terrible Middleman.
My Dad Said 'Get Over Yourself, You Started This Whole Episode.'
And She Said 'Yeah, I Did. And Maybe We Can Settle For Friendship.'
I Only Came Down Here To Get Aspirin, Not To Write Here, But I Did Anyways.

I Put On Lilium So I Can Lay Down And Try To Get Rid Of My Headache.

I Still Haven't Written.
I've Draw A Gun Based Off A Style Of Gun I Like, The Russian SKS.
It Looks Weird. It Has A Handle, Instead Of A Butt, And A Machete-Looking Thing On The Underside Of The Barrel.
I Called The 'Vandal's Rifle' And I Think I'm Going To Give It To One Of My Story Characters.
I Also Drew Some Kind Of Exploding Knife, And This Other Thing That I Forget...
I Could Go Find Out, But I Don't Want To Go Upstairs, Because Of The Argument.

I Watched A Video Yesterday. It Made Me Feel A Kind Of Deep Sadness.
I Thought I'd Share It With Anyone Who Reads This And Has The Time To Check It.

I Gutted My Notebook Today.
I Ripped Out All The Stories In My Old One With The Maticulously-Drawn Cover,
Stapled Them, And Put Them In My Second Notebook.
I'm Keeping The Cover, Incase I Ever Find A Working Scanner, So I Can Show It Here.

So Far I've Got A Single Thousand For The Present Box.
I'm Looking For About 5000 More, So I Can Buy One Of You Guys Something Wonderful.

I'm Sick By The Way.

Sorry For The Short Entry, But I Don't Feel Like Writing Any Further.

-Chalkeroo