I feel like they're still kinda boring (yes, that says 143 emails, I rarely check it).
I'm super stressed out over this whole moving in with Ivy thing, because we have like less than a month to find somewhere.
Kuma-kun said some shit the other day and I was thinking about it...he was kinda talking about mutability and how you shouldn't waste time in life.
It's true, I suppose, even if life is long it's unpredictable.
Satan is good for something, just so everybody knows...I guess.
I asked if anyone was awake and he messaged me instantly.
I have no clue why...
The reason I wanted to talk to someone is because my nightmares came back.
He sent me a Twitch stream for some guy playing South Park: Stick of Truth.
The game looks so fun...and everything can be solved by video games.
He's like, "Dream of South Park instead of scary shit."
Haha, *sigh*
I'm going back to sleep, or at least I'm gonna try to...
Satan has been randomly talking to me a lot lately, in our world that's code for "It's been a couple months and I miss you again."
At some point we'll probably get into another fight or something and four more months will pass before we say another word to each other.
Sending me Twitch streams and stuff is his way of making sure I'm okay without outright asking me...
It's funny that I know him so well.
When I went back to sleep I ended up in New York with Kuma-kun, Shadow King, Ivy...I don't even remember who else.
I can't even recall what the dream was about.
There was this house maybe? And I was there doing something? Then I had to run away, run down the streets of the city?
Why am I always running from things in my dreams?
As far as the nightmare goes...the last few years the houses I've stayed in have been haunted and I think occasionally "evil" just decides to show up and reveal itself in my dreams.
I know this sounds weird, but sometimes there are things that aren't supposed to be there, aren't part of the dream, but they're in it anyway.
That probably makes no sense...oh, well....
Truthfully I haven't really grown up at all.
I've become a better person, sure...I'm not so easily offended, not quite as irresponsible, calmer definitely; but I still get pissed off about stupid stuff, I'm moody, hurt easily, tell my friends to fuck off when they get on my nerves, and I'm totally absent-minded and oblivious half the time.
I need to work on some shit.
This post is all over the place.
I'm sure that everything will always work out in the end.
And Southern Boy is complaining about pointless shit again, this is why I got tired of being everyone's therapist.
A whole bunch of people deleted me on Facebook recently (I assume because I post too much?)
Mostly just members of The Crew and shit...makes me wonder what the Hell I did with my adolescence.
That sounds weird coming from someone like me, but really...The Crew...they were like the conerstone of everything, the crux of our lifestyles, the epitome of cool...remember when we used to joke about Satan being God?
Those were the guys who were impossibly cool, but look at the types of people that they are.
Between me and Ivy we dated like half of them, and they were fucking assholes (most of the time).
A few of them were sweet, but mostly they were impossibly fucked up.
I don't get the whole coolness-fucked up ratio...
But I just wonder now if I had chosen different friends if I would've been a different type of person....
They weren't even really my friends, just guys that I chilled with sometimes.
Aside from Satan I only dated two of them, and they weren't technically part of The Crew because they were both older.
I don't know...all the fucking people I knew, and I see them now...and I wonder why I chose to live my life that way.
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