Chapter 3? Woah. I'm impressed! I mean some people can't even COUNT to three...like mostly babies but still! Give urself a healthy snack as a reward. :)

What I'm going to do/have done! (Section)

Other than what I've already mentioned about planning I'm thinking of buying a book about Schizophrenia and Narcissism. Both disorders are important for the story. (Or more specifically 2 important characters in the story)

I'm not sure how closely I'll stick to the disorders or if I'll even add them in by the end of the outline/first draft/final draft/etc, but I think it'll still be interesting to learn about them anyway.

Things I wrote just for you (And the others here as well!...Section.)

(Def a song)

I’m so hungry I could eat an apple, and there's plenty for me to sample. Yum yum yum.

Now a whole day has passed and I’m hungry again!

I eat an apple, but then I see a pair! I spare no thought and eat it as well. Yum yum yum.

But that was yesterday and today I’m even hungrier!

So hungry I could eat a little pig, and there were a dozen or so for me to whittle at. Yum yum yum.

But goodness another day has passed and I’m even hungrier than the last.

I go for a big pig but daddy holds me back. He says

“Oh no No NO! You’ve eaten too much at once, any more and you’ll end up stuffed."

I don’t care but daddy pulls me back, forcing me to the barn for rest.

In bed, I twist and turn and think of the meaty big pigs in our barn.

I get out of bed, open the doors, and eat half a dozen pigs or more.

But it ain’t enough! I need more stuff! I eat the pigs and the grass, the worms and the germs!

But I want more!

So I kick down the doors, and roar, I’m so hungry I could eat a whole horse!

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So I look up and down and all around!

But there's no horse for me to eat.

Rumble rumble rumble.

My tummy hurts, all that yummy now is making me feel real funny. Ow ow ow.

As I start crying daddy wakes up and picks me up.

“Shh shh shh, my little girl. The pain will go but remember this lesson. Too much is bad for anyone.”

I nod and then nod off to sleep.

Next day comes and I eat another apple, then a pear falls on my pet hare.

I lick my lips and think of something real bad.

But now I’ve learned my lesson, so I hold myself back. Yes yes yes! Too much is bad for anyone.

(You can read it as a song or just normally.)

Once upon a time I sang my own tune, as free as the wind, able to do anything. Then you came and my whole life was rearranged, to fit in you. If not who else would? Who'd help you take your first steps? Who'd tell you that everything was okay? Who but me could be that person you need?

Now I sing a tune that's only for you, and the wind flows through you, and I'm stuck here. Watching you grow as I wither away. Spending my days wondering if this was all a mistake.

But If I'd let you go how would I know if another thing would pin me to one spot or not? Be it debt, another brunette, a parent's health or even just regret can stop you in your tracks. So-

Was I too weak to reach the peak? And if so, what does that mean for you. For everyone?

How far can we all go? And where is enough to say you haven't wasted your life? And-

"Daddy, I made a new song!"

I sigh and let my melancholy slip off, perhaps I'll never know if I made the right choices.

But...

We sing a tune together, and the wind pushes our voices, in all sorts of directions, and what we can do might be little. But even so, we've made a home, with fields of grass and so many apples to sample. So maybe it's not about where you go...but how well you stay where your home is. And despite it all...

My home is warm and perfect for only me and you...so...

I guess this place is enough to say...I'm...alright.

(Def a song)

I like dicks in my mouth, dicks in my ass, dicks curved upward and downward and sideways as well.

Between Micro or macro, you might think I go for the horsies but instead I defacto to both in my body!

So that's one case closed but now I need to murder my boner killer

D-D-Dildo? More like Dildon't, I want it to be fleshy and meshy not plastic and elastic

You might think that's drastic, but I don't need no action on a man who needs a toy

So don't be a boy, just pull it out

Oh also don't try to sneak it by me, I check for STD Kay? Kay.

Me trying to incentivize reader and author interaction. (Section.)

So basically if any of you guys have an idea of something you'd want me to write in the Things I wrote just for you (And the others here as well!...Section.) then feel free to comment it down in the well...comments. I'll probably do them because I mostly make up these ideas on the fly anyway lol.

The final section! (Section.)

If you didn't know...this is the section in which the chapter ends.