I know this is short and sweet, but I'm not good with poetry... Anyway, these are some Haikus made by Stan when he was diagonosed with Aspergers' or however the heck you spell it... Another thing I'm bad at... Spelling... Soon this Author's Note will be longer than the actual poems... So I'll stop now...
Crap is everywhere.
Everything that made me laugh,
Is nothing but shit.
Why should I write these?
Haikus look like shit also.
And no one will careā¦
I just write poems.
They only make me feel worse.
Day in and day out.
I do not like this.
Why does it happen to me?
I'm cursed until death.
This disease sucks ass.
I just want to be normal.
Why does God hate me?
So yea... That's what I had... Sorry about the late post... I've had a busy few weeks... And my head hurts... A lot...
Please show some love with reviews... They make my head ache go away!
Or else I'll be very sad ;~;
This story is and always will be finished. Do not follow this story, please. You can still favorite and review, but following is definitely not the way to go. Thanks for reading,
Shadow_Right
