Oh Penelope....

Silly girl.

You need to think of a more difficult password my dear.

You like poems and such?

Burn me to ashes, then burn the ashes.
I'll carry this hate till I'm in my grave.
I'll see you in hell where the devil knows my name.
Your world will never be the same.

 

See you soon..

 

Until Next Time.

 

 

I left you a little something on the counter.

 

 

 

Yep.

Dear Bad Weather,
Please leave us alone.

K thanks bye.

Please pray for the victims of the recent disasters in the south and in Mn and Mo.

I hope they can rebuild quickly and begin to live life again.

But last night I swear I felt him touching me.

God why is this happening?
Am I losing my mind?

I don't want to lose my mind.
I'm happy where i'm at.

Love,
Penelope.

This cannot be happening.

This better be a stupid coincidence.

How could he possibly even know of me?

Maybe i'm over thinking all of this.

It's extremely difficult to be creative when you think a monster is out to get you.

Love,
Penelope.

Seriously

Look in my following list and check out Knitwolf's work.

She's great at what she does.
Check the slendy dolls.

If creepy can be cute.. these are it.

I'm working on a new poem.

I'll let you in on it in a while.

Love,
Penelope

....

I keep dreaming about a man i've never seen.

He's watching me.

He's not a good man.

Love,
Penelope.

It's soo nice out!

Spring rains to summer heat!
What a beautiful day.

I just got back from a wonderful walk this afternoon.
I love this city so much.

I keep having more and more vivid dreams here lately. They come in fragments.

A house fire.

A wooden chair.

A young child's shoe.

And of course.. A man in a suit.

What does this mean really?

I almost hate falling asleep.

Love,
Penelope.

So...

I haven't been feeling to well lately.
I feel like i've been sleeping for days and i'm still tired.
I'm not sure what to make of all of it.


Love,
Penelope

Sunshine!!!

Finally Sunshine! I was getting so sick of the rain.

All of these slenderblogs really have me sucked in.

Such good writers. It almost makes you question how much is actually fiction.

On a lighter note, Chicken Salad; Why are you so yummy!?

Love,
Penelope!