The wind outside my house is howling. It is beckoning me hissing softly,pleading its release from the openess of the sky into my home.
But no i shant listen to it as by opening the windows it will rush in,attacking every singe item in its way. Two of my moms vases and the china cups from japan have already perished under the wrath of the wind, the mighty wind.
This is all the fault of my father who decided that we live next to the harbour. I blame him for everything.
There is a thingy which my father calls the wilot or something on my finger. It is basicly a blood clot which is filled with pus. I am suffering in pain but luckily its not major. Extreme cases cause people to even lose their fingers.
I dont want to lose mine either.
p.s. i know this entry isnt making any sense. i blame everything on the wind.
p.p.s.For the benefit of angry sec2s,I have edited my post on sec4 farewell.SO NOW THERE IS NO REASON TO FLARE UP!HAHAHA!
