Dear people who stalk me,
I'm just writing to inform you that I keep getting a horrible pain.
My over-active imagination is telling me I'm dying.
Some of you, I presume, would like this.
I don't care if you do.
I'm just telling the stalkers who do care that every other day I'm in pain.
My dad knows a bit about it.
It feels just like a stitch... but it comes nearly every day.
Any ideas what it could be?
I hope I'm not dying.
I don't want to die just yet...
But if I do... Take good care of my cat... and my boyfriend.
About Me
- Rose Darcy
- Sometimes it is of the utmost importance to be completely honest with who you are, be it a psychotic weirdo or a boring bookworm. This is me, being both.
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