BTW! boxes

i am knowing i said something about boxes once. but that was a very long time ago. also. i am not thinking of the same boxes. i am thinking of unhappy boxes. boxes that fill me with misery and other ungood emotions.

boxes made of paper. thick paper. hard paper. mom calls them cardboard. all the moms do. there was one that sleep mom put between the couches for me and i liked it because it was all open and whatever. but food mom came home one night with other boxes and silver tape. omg silver tape is evil. and she took the tape and little boxes and attached them to my big box. and then she put a round box on it too. and there was two ways in. the side which had the round box, but it is very small. and the top, which is square and large but very high up. i was not impressed. and then she put me inside of the box. i was unaware of what to do. the hole beside me was too small. until i went out and realized it was not too small.

but i hate this new box. i hope it goes away.