I feel like I have homicide. I mean, obviously. My last chapter, well, it was a bit much!
But lets see here, reflecting homicide.
The exact definition, as what I had said in the last chapter, is murder and shit like that. Too lazy to look it up again, but anyways. Never let things get to the point of where it reaches the actual definition. Does that make sense? No? Ok.
Basically, lets say your mad. But really, your just a little frustrated. Don't let yourself get so frustrated, that you're actually the definition of the word mad. Ok, that didn't sound any bette.r
Okay, whatever. But anyways... Theres not much for me to reflect on homicide, other than the fact to not let it get so far as you're actually hurting someone. Ya I know, I'm getting worse and worse at this shit. I know...
I don't know what to say. But I know that my next chapter will come out soon, probably right after this one is published...
Bye guys, don't die.
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Reality Checks // WARNING VERY DEEP AND DARK
Non-FictionA journal, logging every damn second of my life. Well, not literally. Read this to learn from my own mistakes, things that I've seen, how I cope with stuff, and to get a laugh. Some chapters will be personal, but I decided to share them, to share...
