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Hello. 

I have lost all hope in humanity, this is my good Bye. After this update is published I am going to morph into a Xenomorph.  
That was my attempt at a joke in the form of text, I have never written down a joke before so please be kind and laugh. The joke isn't fun and it doesn't even have a catchy punchline, I will end my comedy career Now. 
Done. 

Okay, now that that's out of the way. Lets dig into some deep stuff that I can talk about in metaphors and poetry so that you wont understand properly what it is I'm trying to say because in all honestly I wouldn't want that. When writing, I don't do it because I want to be understood or to feel seen when people relate, I use my words simply as an outlet for the thoughts that conquer up in my mind to spill out easily through the form of letters. Those letters building up words that build up sentences that build up text and paragraphs and Stories. That then build up meaning and will to keep on doing this. I've come to terms with that I probably would enjoy being an author, that maybe I would be able to write 282 pages worth of story. Books is one of those things that have truly amazed me through all my life. How an author can capture emotion, environment and movement whilst still being able to tell a story that you're able to follow and understand. Maybe the real reason I'd want to be an author is to be able to catch peoples minds and emotions through My words. I don't want your attention, I don't want your eyes on Me, I want your eyes on my book and that story. This isn't metaphors or anything, this is my true opinion with my true words. 

I had this pink fuzzy reindeer as a kid and it was one of my favourite things, right? Well, as you know kids do, I lost it. So now that I look at the regular coloured fuzzy reindeer that stands on my bedside table, I sigh. My mom got it for me years ago as a replacement of the first one. But I relize now that the pink one couldn't just be replaced. You can't just take a puzzel piece from another puzzel and add it into another one, sure the piece might fit but the colour is still wrong which will end up screwing up the whole motive. Now I don't mean that it's the colour of the replacement reindeer thats wrong, sure it is wrong to the pink reindeer, it's just the whole thing that's wrong. Because now Ms. Replacement-Reindeer here will always life in the shadow of its pink ancestor. That's just wrong now innit?! Conclusion : I miss my reindeer. 

Getting to bed at a decent hour tonight, you too. Good Night, - Leopold .