raven4998

I sat in the living room of my house, ignoring the need to scratch my head. Apparently, it itches when hair grows back. About a week had passed since the thing in my wall had escaped. I hadn't been outside since, but I was almost looking for excuses to go back out. I remembered the last time I kept myself cooped up for a week, I ended up going out to ask Squee for a band-aid, after I cut myself on the lid to a can of Skettios. I got up and paced, being alone wasn't too great, but it beat Reverand Meat telling to do this or that, or I needed something. I don't posess the power to rid myself of feeling and need, but I could avoid them as long