MyNyanXenoBuddies

Where have you gone? Through the hazy mist I see you turning away from me. This just seems like a dream. A horrifying one that I wish I could wake up soon from. The truth is that I a not in control of my own body. My words are not mine and neither are my actions. Subconsciously I realize what I am doing is wrong, But like a puppet, the play continues. As I realize that the people I love drift farther away from me, I feel hopeless inside. Eons have passed since I have last talked to you Or even felt you. Uselessly, I stare at you Getting farther and farther away from me. I ask  you to come back, But yet another insult comes out of my m

“Sure!” I replied with way too much enthusiasm. We all walked over to the fishing tent. Like the other tent, it had a blue and white color scheme. There was barrel of fishing nets in the corner.  In the middle of the tent, there was a big pond with rubber duckies floating around. The prizes consisted of real goldfish that were kept in plastic bags, fish plushies, and the common fluffy teddy bears with red ribbons around their neck. The vendor looked uninterested in his job. “You want to fish? Let’s just get this over with...” he muttered. Christian tried first, giving the man two dollars. Balancing the net

I have questions. Ones that can’t be answered in a fancy research paper Or simply looked up on the Internet. I have to talk about them face to face. Why is Justice so blind? It is almost ironic to have it in your ‘name’. It is just so sad that a person  that so horribly undermined that word Still can have such an influence on this world, even in death.... Why is Justice so easily influenced? It’s obvious that he’s there, Just look in your face. The crossed arms and the snide grin gives it away.... How is Justice so easily changed? It feels like it can be influenced at the drop of a hat. Or the words of a perso