There’s a rip in the fabric of time and space in my bathroom. It’s so weird looking. It freaks me out. Mom doesn’t believe me when I tell her about it. She says it’s probably just a place where I ran into the wall after doing homework and got charcoal on the wall.
I don’t believe her. If someone doesn’t fix it soon… it will destroy us all.
And that someone… must be me!
::poses::
I’m feeling fine now, except my ears are stopped up now. Well, one ear. And I’ve found that leaning over makes it go away. Isn’t that stupid? It’s hard to type leaning over like this.