Eh... For those of you who don't know what morbid means, it's when you keep thinking of death and other horrible things. Kept thinking I would die as I walked home and of the people who are now gone from this world, like my neighbors Agnus and Mrs. Stewart. Their homes are now home to Rick and Chris. Chris is a drunkard, but a nice one. Rick refurbishes things, like his awesome Porché from the 60s. But yeah. I thought the street I was walking on was the tunnel to the afterlife, and a car was rolling down to their eternity of damnation. Or bliss. Eh. Magdalana's uncle is in a morbid contition, so I guess the feeling is shared. In any case, I'm not in a very good mood. Came home and told my sister not to kill herself. Don't know why I just did. Eh... I hate bad moods. Espacially Morbid moods
Not Good 0 · Tue May 13, 2008 @ 06:01am · 1 Comments |