Here are the rules.
go.
I would rather have something old than something new, mostly. I like my old jeans, my old house, even the old dorm I live in at school. Something used, lived in, experienced.
Another year. The place is familiar, but the people are new.
...I am new, and learning to love smells and sights and feelings that other people don't even notice.
Like the bugs. How many of them are new. Two weeks, a year? Their whole life is new.
I really don't like this friday's topic, honestly. New. One of those words that if you roll it over in your mouth it begins to sound out of place, weird and ugly. I don't like thinking about the cliched posts of others, though it is rude.
If there is anything I've learned, (or not learned) it is how to be mean.
writers' block for five minutes about one three letter word.
four minutes, actually, and I'm out.
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