me juliet the mouse and everyone we know

yesterday was a fucking good day.
i felt the same way as juliet, that i was the better part of me yesterday.
i usually just feel like dying at any giving moment during the day but not yesterday.
i cant believe that there can be so maybe levels of a person but there is.
i usually just think that people are just being the emotion of what happened to them but there is much more.

i have the mouse in my basement because my mom is scared of him and thinks hes ugly and gray. but me and my dad like him we feed him crackers and cheese.

i think we are going t okeep him a secret from my mom but she might find out.

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