Bad things happen to those who do not deserve it. Sometimes in the night I can still see their faces. I look over at my new family. Aquired through less fortanate events that would just depress me at the moment. GOD!!!! My emo mood was totally ruined thanks to a pillow fight. Feathers were now sprawled around the room in masses of white fluff. That's ok, I only needed one pillow to sleep on anyway.
After the pillow fight the room calms down because heavy footsteps were treading back and forth by the door. This should frighten us since we never paid for the room, and for that matter the hotel doesn't even know we have decided to dwell in the building's safety forawhile. But I suppose that doesn't matter because ever since the escape we haven't stayed in one place for long periods of time.
I'm tired but I don't think I can go to sleep quite yet. Not with the tortured faces in my head, not with knowing I had something to do with that. No...sleep hasn't come to me in a long while.
A-drain is snickering in the corner, her laughter sounding like a hyena choking on some form of weed. Her grumpy cheetah layed sprayed against her protectively as if the cartoons in the show could come alive.
I'd write more but I am rather tired, and my patientce is being worn thin. Very, very, thin. I think I'll stop now before my fist begins pounding against the labtop in anger. I need to go find some bubble wrap. Maybe then I can pretend its adrain's ugle face. Pop!!! (if only it were that easy to get rid of that pest)
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