You're so easy to read but the book is boring me.

If leeches ate peaches instead of my blood, then I would be free to drink tea in the mud!

Why can I never go back to bed? Who's is the voice ringing in my head? Where is the sense in these desperate dreams? Why should I wake when I'm half past dead?

Simply put, if you are a Wayward Victorian Girl, I'll find you.

He cried when I left, which I find to be standard male behavior.

Thank you. It used to be knee length, but then I discovered that when I get angry I like to cut things. I'm not allowed to have scissors any more. It's still pretty lengthy, but I've been threatening to shave half of it for the past week and nobody seems to believe me... I do it all myself though because I scream when I'm touched and that scares people.

I do not have OCD OCD OCD.