I wrote this at 4 in the morning but my internet was down
I realized that over the past few weeks I have picked up this weird habit of talking to myself. Not just saying things to myself, but carrying entire conversations with myself. It is kind of in a weird Gollum like way. Me arguing something with myself taking the opposite end of the debate. So far I have limited it to while I am alone or while no one can hear me.
Basically it is doing what I do here except aloud. Because this journal is just an outlet for things I want to say but that I can’t in real life. The same holds true for most of the conversations that I have with myself, they are rarely about something as simple as movies or homework. No they tend to be about more important things that I am unable to talk with others about. Simply put I am going crazy, yup I am going completely out of my mind. There should only be one me in my head with one idea of what the hell it wants.
To end on a happy note, my roommate is going home this weekend. The actual reasoning behind this is that he is going to spice up his relationship with his girlfriend by changing the settings of their five minute fucks. The new setting is his house. Yes how romantic. Not that I really care it means he is gone and I can do what ever the hell I want, or whatever the hell I can. Two very different ideas.
Basically it is doing what I do here except aloud. Because this journal is just an outlet for things I want to say but that I can’t in real life. The same holds true for most of the conversations that I have with myself, they are rarely about something as simple as movies or homework. No they tend to be about more important things that I am unable to talk with others about. Simply put I am going crazy, yup I am going completely out of my mind. There should only be one me in my head with one idea of what the hell it wants.
To end on a happy note, my roommate is going home this weekend. The actual reasoning behind this is that he is going to spice up his relationship with his girlfriend by changing the settings of their five minute fucks. The new setting is his house. Yes how romantic. Not that I really care it means he is gone and I can do what ever the hell I want, or whatever the hell I can. Two very different ideas.