alykaye

So me and my best freind Anthony, The one you see alot of pictures of on my deviant, Were looking for some great spots. You know, picture spots. We found this old abandoned house, its was so broken down and homley looking, but it was beautiful all at the same time. Unfortunalty we are stupid enouph to snap a shot inside. I mean c'mon the door was unlocked, and noone was around. Well we get what we want out of it. And all the sudden Anthonys dad pulls up. He tells us that we really screwed up and that i cant hang out with Anthony any more. He also says breaking and entering is a fellony....for a 14 year old. Yeah rite!

I usaully think more when my eyes are starting to close by them selves. And i usaully start to dream before im am fully asleep. I usually dream about others, and what may happen to them. And what happens to them is usually not pleasant. They usually end up crushed by the wieght of the world. But sympathy is not something i have alot of. If you cant handle the wieght of the world... Then why do most carry it on their shoulders

So my cousin and me are sitting there in my bedroom thinking up a world all our own. It was real quiet for about an hour, no one had said anything at all. I guess neither of us was doing a good job at coming up with any ideas. All the sudden my cousin "Bran" says..."you know wat? i dont much like the world, what if no one likes the one i create?...lets jst make pudding!.