Haha he made me laugh. Haha the way his skull cracked. Haha oh dear it shattered fast. Haha was it the sound that brought me to half mast? Haha or the bottle's broken glass? Haha that's what he gets that

Yes! I used to have a face. Oh and handsome was it ever! But alas my face is gone now. And with it my expressions, they were a package deal I'm afraid. If I missed any of it I'd miss them the most. The

I just don't care. I mean sure things happen to me and all around me but they don't effect me like they used to. I don't really know when I stopped caring or why. I have a general idea of the when and

I am torn in half. The two sides of me always clashing. I'm wretched and divine. Half of me wants to be selfless, caring, helpful, and polite. And that half of me always is. That half causes me to strive

Hi I'm Mister-Monday! I like to write and I've never really had a way to share it before now. So I'll be posting anything from poems to short stories and everything in between. I hope everyone enjoys.