81-word post, or “Last Entry from the Journal of Argyle Fitzhenry”
This is my last entry, forever. My self-chosen escape to the treehouse is over mostly because I ate all the last pop tarts but also it’s getting dark. MOM STUPID YOUR WRONG! mom BITCH DAMM YOU MOM!!!!%$%$&^@$@# I’m running away to Dad’s house later. If he says I have to come back to this ASSPLACE … Read more