Trying to heal people can be very exhausting! I mean you think it will work and it does and then it turns out, I am a murder! I thought I was helping people, but in the end I was just killing them. I guess I did help those who did not want to live for very long, but still that’s just nuts....
When I look in the mirror, this is what I see. I see a person who used to be lonely. Now has found hope in the spirit. I used to see a person who was lost, but now I have been found. I used to see an ugly mess, but not she is looking pretty great. I am so glad that she is not the same as she once was....
My neighbor is so nice! It makes me sick! I hate it! She will always help others, making me feel bad. I hate how she helps feed the hungry even if that means she has nothing to eat. I hate how she give her clothes to the poor. Then she will have nothing. I hate that I want to be more like her. She just baked me a pie for no reason. Ohh it’s cherry my favorite! Forget evil that woman is a saint!...
There was a skeleton who knew how to understand people. Not just the underworld, but the living as well. She knew that everyone needed understanding. She knew that people dead or not needed to be heard. She loved to listen to everyone’s stories and love to hear how their days went. She knew that if no listened, then no one had a voice or a choice. She knew what it meant to understand!...
