Queen of this school

Howcome everyone keeps asking me how I am. Lost friends, or even people I spoke to just yesterday. They're all so concerned. What is there to say?

I'll live. My injuries are invisible and leave scars that can't be seen. I'll survive. And everyday I must return to the place that holds insanity close to the heart.

If I want to tell you something, I will. For now, read this report of a mental state of mind and dare not ask me how I am. If I'm ready or willing, I'll tell you.

* * Bwahahahahaaaaa!!! * *

New of colour, by the power vested in me by my brain and existence, I call you:

Camel meets Salmon

May all monks look pretty in you. May your hoods be large and abnoxious. May your presence be seen and noted. . May you be seen and carved in the eye. May you paralyze all that behold. May you mesmerize and hypnotize May you never be forgotton. I bless you.

“Elise! Remember those sheets we colored? Guess what...”