Hello. I'm dying. The people that have the cure won't share. They have guns. Big, mean guns that can spray and explode. Oh well. Haha, how are you. Im good. Wonder why I cant talk right. All my friends left me. Nobody wants to talk to me. They told me I was wrong, and bad. I didn't do anything wrong. They used to say I was bad and I should know better. It made my head hurt. Then it made my tummy hurt. Then I hurt so bad I would go to sleep. Sleep is nice. I'm too tired to type anymore. Goodnight.
Daniel Creed
