It's funny, isn't it? It's like I'm talking to myself.
I know that barely any other shepherds or sheep care. That's what none of them are listening when I say something.
So why do I continue? What do I get from spouting out what seems like nonsense to the likes of you?!
I... I don't know myself, to be honest. All my life I guess I just wanted someone to listen, yet, I was too afraid to say anything because of the past. Maybe this was just easier for me. Maybe I knew no one would listen, and that's why it was easier to say such things.
Oh... I'm crying... haha...
It's funny because no one is truly doing anything about this. They don't do anything about it, because it's not their problem. They came here to take care of what they must take care of in a farm, not me.
So, it's okay for me to go away. To move away from all that I have ever known, all of the friends I have made, because they don't care, and they will forget.
It doesn't sound right, but it doesn't sound wrong either. Strange, isn't it? It makes me... I think happy. To know that I don't have to worry about them anymore. A weight lifted off my chest. I wouldn't have to worry because they have each other, and they could easily cast me out if I tried hard enough.
I don't want to think this way. I don't want to think this is actually how I see everything. I don't want this. I didn't ask for thi-
Or... did I ask for this? Did I want this?! Is this another sheep I can't tame, because it was the dreadfully evil black?
If it is, then I put this all upon myself! I probably did do such a thing!
It's all my fault!
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Counting Sheep
Teen FictionOne sheep, two sheep, This is not helping at all. Three sheep, four- Someone kill me, I must snoop this low. Five sheep, six sheep, I feel tired, but the waters still flow. Seven sheep, eight she- It looks like the sheep hit a wall. I guess eight sh...
