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I need to pick up some bleach or something at the store. I wasn't depressed or anything, just kind of overwhelmed, kind of curious. Timer says it took me a couple of hours to come back. I just needed to stop dreaming for a while and it wasn't much better but at least I know the rules in between spaces.
It's plain and white and simple if endless and cold and fucking terrifying.
It's a lot better than half remembered banquet halls and red the color of my blood and sharp, straight little teeth.
I think I hate the color red. I definitely hate white. I have to paint my room here before it drives me insane. I don't know what I'm doing, to be honest. But I'm trying that. I'm trying to be honest, with myself if no one else.
I haven't had the nightmares in a while but it just hurt in my chest. Lay myself out. I've got some problems. I shouldn't go after May. Inflicting myself on another human being is probably the worst thing I can do. I get clingy and dumb. She's better than me, can do better than me. So sure, I'm cute maybe, and weirdly charming because I try to be. it's disarming, unremarkable, unalarming.
I'd make a good bad guy, maybe. I don't even know where my head is anymore. I might still be woozy. I'm gonna lay down and not think for a while. Throw away the scissors, get some bleach after work. Sleep some. Real sleep. Not think.
It's plain and white and simple if endless and cold and fucking terrifying.
It's a lot better than half remembered banquet halls and red the color of my blood and sharp, straight little teeth.
I think I hate the color red. I definitely hate white. I have to paint my room here before it drives me insane. I don't know what I'm doing, to be honest. But I'm trying that. I'm trying to be honest, with myself if no one else.
I haven't had the nightmares in a while but it just hurt in my chest. Lay myself out. I've got some problems. I shouldn't go after May. Inflicting myself on another human being is probably the worst thing I can do. I get clingy and dumb. She's better than me, can do better than me. So sure, I'm cute maybe, and weirdly charming because I try to be. it's disarming, unremarkable, unalarming.
I'd make a good bad guy, maybe. I don't even know where my head is anymore. I might still be woozy. I'm gonna lay down and not think for a while. Throw away the scissors, get some bleach after work. Sleep some. Real sleep. Not think.