I suppose I have started using this place to vent or write out my feelings. To be quite honest I heard about this place from a murder documentary haha. It must be a perfect fit then. (Not a killer jus...I suppose I have started using this place to vent or write out my feelings. To be quite honest I heard about this place from a murder documentary haha. It must be a perfect fit then. (Not a killer just to put that out there) Welp I’ll just start writing then. No judging me ;p
The world is in a constant motion and I myself am not. I feel like I’m not human most days and to be honest.. I don’t even like people.. well- simple minded people that is. However, lately, fate has seemed to cut me off from my normal friend supply and has left me all alone( aside from the occasional toxic girl) It seems like the only thing I have left to do at home now is draw and talk to my imaginary characters in the imaginary universe that I have made up in my head. I swear I’m going nuts here. Or.. I wish they would come get me from this place. This world. I hate being human and I despise how eminent it is. Is there no other choice but to be a slave to the people around me? I am such a push over. Look at it this way. I’m like seaweed in an ocean current. There is something in me.. something I can’t quite explain or control. I’m pretty sure it’s my emotions or whatever. Wow- I sound like some emo teen XD. I mean.. I suppose everyone has their quirks right? Well uh- moral of the story: pickle towns, murder, and uh - everything else. Until next time uwu
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