[thinks it's locked private, unfortunately being out of his mind makes Hacker Shota careless]
I haven't slept. That wouldn't be unusual, but... dear god. At this rate I really will be blind sometime soon. I can't help but think of that 1890s pamphlet on the "dangers of onanism" and laugh in a kind of hysterical way. I suppose this means I'm going to become addicted to opium and alcohol and loose women and die alone of the consumption in an attic somewhere?
That said, it's not as severe as it's been the past few hours. I can't let my guard down, though. Having it... right, I'm just not going to go to class!
I'm twelve, damn it. I shouldn't know what this is like for another three years at least. I think. If there's some kind of family history of slamming into one's hormones early and like a train into a mountainside, patricide may be imminent in House Belpois.
I suppose as ways of having one's atheism entirely shattered, this is a particularly interesting one. (Not that anyone would believe me, but...)
That said, it's not as severe as it's been the past few hours. I can't let my guard down, though. Having it... right, I'm just not going to go to class!
I'm twelve, damn it. I shouldn't know what this is like for another three years at least. I think. If there's some kind of family history of slamming into one's hormones early and like a train into a mountainside, patricide may be imminent in House Belpois.
I suppose as ways of having one's atheism entirely shattered, this is a particularly interesting one. (Not that anyone would believe me, but...)