DON'T READ THIS
I think the LAST time somebody told me to write something it was probably back in tenth grade English or something like that. It all was sorta stupid really because if anybody really wanted to know about Tom Sawyer, my dad could have just shown us a movie on the big screen at home and we could have talked about it THERE. But no, we had to go and get expressive and I'm not so great with expressive.

...Now that's not to say I'm not great at about everything else you want to throw at me. Bogbeasts, Orcs, Dragons, Junior Varsity hoops, girls, cars when I'm old enough to drive them, whatever else you give me? Relax cause I've got it covered.

...Not being the cavalier now, totally lost somewhere without the rest of the gang, not that I need them its that they need me and probably are in trouble now that I'm not standing between them and danger, yeah that's what it is..., having my feet hurt a heck of a lot more than they did in the realm and no dungeon master to talk riddles at me so that I can fix it sorta...

Waking up not knowing where I am and where they are and knowing something bad did it and being dizzy a lot and absolutely completely LOST with complete strangers who some of them aren't that bad but aren't people I know, again not that I NEED to know those jerks but its just crazy weird you know?

I JUST WANT TO GO HOME AGAIN. Dungeon Master promised and now I get dumped here for months since I know if it was something like that he'd have fixed it up by now, Venger's spells or not helping us get there its like...

I don't want to think about it, what happened. How I got here since it...

Just go away and leave me alone, now if you're reading this okay?