Out there I see waves. Little, pure, white waves rippling non-stop. They toss and turn, like the torment of my soul. I feel nothing. I feel everything. I....feel sea sick. I constantly feel sea sick. When I think of the "friend" I once had, her name was Addison, I think of how she trampled on my bloody heart like....like a tin can that someone found on the street and decided to recycle. I have been used like a tin can and recycled. Now all I have is my ship and the passing gulls... GOD SAVE ME FROM THIS MONOTONY!!!
-Reyna Patterson
