The goblin is coming out to play after behaving itself for a few weeks, suppose I should be grateful for that. One good week of not worrying about anything is bliss, you really are all heart Goblin. The goblin will pass yet right now I know I am not the best person to be around. I am moody and feel on edge. Goblin I hate you but you are a part of me, whether I like it or not. Let's make the best of it.
- Author: Meg Ponton (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: May 30th, 2019 16:34
- Category: Unclassified
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