Time Skip
Whoa! Look at me, jumping around in time.. it’s been like three days since I nosies around here.
I can say I’m not happy that NO ONE has been looking. How rude? Where was this website when I was at my peak on mentallyillstagram when I had fans who LIKED listening to me.. I guess it’s my fault that I don’t have any fans in general now.
I don’t necessarily like to go out and hear the birds. Metaphorically, because I prefer to go outside and wonder around rather than interact with people online.
My conversation starters are ‘Hello There’, ‘Come here’.. uhm, and I suppose that’s it. That’s all you need, a kind greeting and a command to get their attention. I hope my people skills do better in real life since I may have a job now.
Jumping for joy, I’m a working man! I’ll tattle tell you tomorrow if I get to slip into a fast food chain as the friendly voice in the box. Maybe I’ll sell your a few — fries, at Taco Bell.
Our house will be sold, if we are graced by God. Today the women came by to scope out how much it’s worth, but I’m a little worried my parents will use all the money and not be kind enough to help with a down payment on a house for me, my brother and out buddy — hell, even for me and my brother.. we don’t want to be around them, especially in a smaller house.
So, I guess now is my ‘last’ day to frolic before I possibly get a job. Then I’d really be up shit creek, hmm? Working the opening shift and having to pay RENT. It’s the fun part of life, but the boring one - I just h8 the idea of chronic sobriety. Call me a drag, but there’s no color in the world if you’re not able to hear them.
Excluding the fact I can do that without drugs, I just mean it’s better and easier that way. It’s fun. It’s not sustainable, but it was a good time in my teen years. I cry thinking about it, or at least I could - only because I love my friends
The friends I’ve made. Melone, 278, Hazamada, Scunt, Marcus, Miss Mars — many many more. What a fun little life I’ve had.
I do need to learn to stop stalking people. I’m on the verge of obsessive sometimes, but it’s better to be informed - though, I start feeling bad when it’s people I only pretend to know. I can’t help but appreciate them.. and luv them. Different than Love, intense but short rather than genuine. Like, you Luv ice cream but you Love lemons. I love lemons, at least - I’m grateful for them..
They are like my sweet thing! That’s why so many people are unhappy, they don’t claim meaningless objects as their own to establish a sense of self, because all we are is formed by our opinions.
Siiigh, okay, I just wanted to chit chat with you, my fans, before I have to go twiddle my thumbs elsewhere, since it’s been sooo long. You must have missed me
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