What I'm going to do once I move

So far:

Complete a puzzle with cover art by Kim Leo or an Autumn town.

Something I wrote in my journal a long time ago

Sometimes I don't feel like little red riding hood, at all. Sometimes, I feel like if you ripped open my stomach, there'd be poor, sweet granny lying patiently, right there to be rescued.

Sink in my soul (Long time ago written poem)

There's a sink in my soul.
It's dirty, corroded and antique.
I've long since ignored that of the three overhanging light bulbs,
Only one remains lit.
It doesn't work at all this sink,
But everyday it overflows.
I wash myself solely from this sink.
With is dirty, smelly, septic water.
And it's grainy dirt sponge on my body as an exfoliate
The drips of flow are interrupted by air pockets
That make it burst sometimes as jets of water.
I hate how I smell at times,
But it's the only place I have to wash at all.

Long time ago writng

I find my myself slipping away to walk lately. Walking and walking, turning a dull, roaring "You must do this and that." voice down to an itsy bitsy voice. I go walking until I don't care about the journey or the reward. I walk and write imaginary things in imaginary journals. I walk until I like myself again.

Long time ago written poem

I was at the edge of hope
The precise purity of the unforgivably
Past and (present?) beginning to realize all I wanted was him
I was bleeding for a beginning,
Life and him to notice
As I began to notice my own subsequent
Trembling
That went down like an old, cold air dropped into a drain pipe.
The facet of my understanding
began to shape that there were just some things
irrefutable.

"We'll see each other again"

You said "We'll see each other again"
I said "We don't live on the same side of town, if you know what I mean"
But you looked on so passively!
And you looked and sounded so confident.
You seemed like you knew we'd see each other again
But I wasn't
I was convinced this was it.
I didn't know if we'd see each other again
Oh! How I wanted what you said to be true
But now that I'm going
I can do nothing but cry
And those thoughts out loud haunt me to this day
Because there's nothing
NOTHING
More that I want right now
Than that to be true.

If computers were my friends

What computers would sound like (and I wish the world) if they talked like my friends from college.

"B#$%*, that ain't how you spell it! That ain't a word! Whatcha be thinking you doin'?"

"OHHHHHHH! She blocked yours a@#$, what did you do!!!?"

"OHHHH yous gonna follow him, huh? Yous gonna google him, girlfriend? Yous gonna eat your heart out here in an empty room, in front of a blinking screen, crying? Yous gonna be lonely forever, girlfriend."

Aw high school

When I was in high school, a boy wanted to test out a joke on me. So he yelled "Hey! Will you go out with me?" I was the joke, as I wasn't very popular, I was a recluse. So I tested out my joke on him, I responded "I don't date outside my species!"