((I am back lovelies and hoping to update again some time of this week❤️))

Turns out War and Peace really should be shorter. Like gosh darn this book doesn't seem to have a ending!

I tried although nothing seemed to work and after a few days my mind seemed, well blurred. The bees inside my stomach seemed to sense the warm flowers outside every morning, At night myself simply hating the storm and at day waiting to see Fiona.

Was it bad that this is what I thought of? Yes, yes indeed it was bad, the feeling that I would stumble and fall in front of her bothered me too. For that was my main fear at the moment, not caring if they found out my curse but caring for what Fiona would think if I fell in front of her.

Stupid Stupid Stupid
My head banged against the book again, I was sure Horace wouldn't mind if I just tore this thing in half, then again....

I sat upwards, the sheets seeming still cozy as they were before as my mud stained boots stood beside my foot board. Oh gosh, it made me think of yesterday, or was it two days ago?

Mental note:
I must ask Millard

The sound of her soft giggle echoed in my mind as I was shocked by now that Stupid apple branch hadn't snapped my skull. Then again I barely have a human stomach, maybe I don't have a brain as well. I felt embarrassed, something that happened normally to me although now it just felt plain awful.

I had lost my flair, pizzaz in a way as wonderance blew my eyes at why the stupid blue bird wouldn't ever stop chirping outside my window. now I'm talking of bluebirds, aww shucks.