It's my blog; i'll post all I want.

Once upon a time, there was this girl. She was a lonely girl, who cried a lot... People didn't get that she was lonely.. She had friends, family, a boyfriend, plenty of people who'd go for her... But that didn't mean much to her. She still felt lonely..... There was no one like her, no one understood the innermost workings of her mind, the part that was the loneliest, the part that needed the most attention, and understanding. So, one day, the lonely girl set out to find someone who understood her; She looked high and low, left and right, round and round, but came up with nothing... At that point, she found a doggy. Not a real doggy, but a stuffed one. As she told him all her thoughts, she realized that all she really needed was somewhere to let her mind go, somewhere to not be judged, somewhere that she can contemplate what trees do in other dimensions... This stuffed puppy became her journal... She told him everything, and nobody could ever know; however, once people realised that the little girl was losing all her friends, becoming distant from her family, and losing connections with her boyfriend, they became curious. They followed the girl, discovered that she was only talking to the puppy. You know what they did? They took it from her. And now, she cries a thousand times more... BASTARDS.