My Krazy Kandies

The Best Thing Ever

Those of you who haven’t seen Hetalia will still get it. You can probably guess who’s in that window.

Dear Dad

“Close my door” means “Close my door”

Close my door” does not mean “Leave my door open a crack.”

You are a fucking dumbass; listen when I’m talking to you. I’m pissed enough as it is; you’re stupidity is not helping. I don’t give a damn is Clyde has a problem with my door being shut. The rest of you can deal with it; I have my headphones on.

I’ve Got the Bacon Floo!

Not really, I just wanted that to be the title of my post.

My post today is about Mr. Bacon, my Global Studies II teacher. He is win. This is why he is so win.

…

*start of the day*

Me: *Runs up and hugs Mr. Bacon*

Mr. Bacon: That’s all you get today!

*Later that day*

Me: *runs up and hugs Mr. Bacon*

Mr. Bacon: You already got your hug today! XD

*Later still that day*

Me: *runs up and SLAM-Hugs Mr. Bacon*

Mr. Bacon: *cough* you already got two today!

…

As you can see, Mr. Bacon is the purified extract of win.

A SLAM-Hug is when you SLAM yourself into someone and hug them. It usually knocks the wind out of them.

Something

Millie is dead.

I have a feeling I’m going to have to wait for a long time before I even come to realize exactly what that means.

Labyrinth

Oh my God, somebody help me!
It’s 3:14 in the afternoon, and all I can think about it sleep. I walk through the labyrinth, hoping that maybe I’ll be able to find the place where they keep the food. It’s been months, weeks, years, since I’ve been nourished like a human being. Forever since I’ve had contact with the outside world. An eternity since I’ve been alive.
My body is thin and fragile, and my heart is always is always beating faster that normal. It consistently feels like I’m going to have a heart attack. I don’t know why I’m here, or what I did that would make anyone hate me so much, but I’m tired of trying to escape.
At this point, I just wander, hoping that maybe I’ll find a morsel of something to eat, or maybe a rock that I can sharp to perfection for suicide. It’s scary though, because not only am I in a labyrinth, but I can’t talk, and I can’t see very well. The world around me is dark and blurry, and my voice refuses to make a sound. I can’t even cry properly anymore.
I’m tired. I’m really tired, and I don’t know when this nightmare will ever end.
I hear something. A door opening? As I look up, my vision is cleared, and a beautiful angel is floating towards me, extended a hand. I reach up to grasp it, praying that this is the end.
Her chest explodes with a spray of blood, and she screams in agony as she falls to the ground. Within seconds, she is dead. A window opened, and then slammed down on my hands.
I wish they would let me wake up.
Is this even a nightmare?