It's 3:30 AM And I Know I Should Be Asleep, Especially Seance I Have To Wake Up Early Tomorrow, But I'm
It's 3:30 AM and I know I should be asleep, especially seance I have to wake up early tomorrow, but I'm too proud of myself to care. For the past, I don't even know how long, I've been in that extremely depressive stage where I'll just lay in bed all day and it's hard to tell what's real from something I dreamed about. But tonight, I finally put in the effort to clean my third of the room, fold my clothes, put them into draws, organize my desk and selves, including sort through a bunch of papers, and just all-round be productive!
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My beanbag ripped, so now I've resorted to sitting on the floor, like a commoner.
I just watched The Wild Robot. I was really excited for it because I love robots, but I did not expect for it to make me cry.
The fox reminded me of the fox from The Little Prince, which also made me cry.
Then I remembered a story called The Porcupine Whose Name Didn't Matter and decided to read it because I hate myself apparently. Guess what? It made me cry.
Now I'm just sitting here, reminded of the fact I have no friends, trying not to cry.
I've had more strawberry lemonade in the past few days than I've ever had in my entire life, and honestly, I think I have a new favorite drink.
Brb, I'm gonna go freeze to death.
I think I might be sick...
Shoot the messenger, send a message.
Me and my siblings are planning on rewatching My Street this summer in preparation for season seven coming in the fall. We get extremely busy during the summer and almost never interact during the day, so they've asked me to calculate the time it will take to watch it so we can fit it into our schedules.
Someone recently replied to a comment I made a while back, and I thought I'd put in here!
"This is why I want to be famous. So people have someone they can make sillie little videos about or draw pictures of. Someone they can write stories about and watch compilations of. I know some people would be uncomfortable if they found people making content about them, but I like the idea of people having someone that they talk about or that inspire them make things they're confidante enough to share it with others. Just existing could put a smile on at least one person's face, and that just seems worth it."
Just got back from the void. I got you a rock.
When me and my siblings were little, we were told stories about these "Older Siblings" who all died in the most strangest ways. The most memorable one was about an "Older Brother" who died while running a marathon. He was running backwards while eating a bowl of cereal and ran off the track. He ended up running straight off a cliff. My older brother said the story always gave him nightmares, yet our parents claim they don't know where the stories came from. We still don't know the source, and the only other stories I can recall, though I don't remember the details, is one about an "Older Sister" who ate flowers and was poisoned, and an "Older Brother" who drowned under frozen ice due to some unusual circumstances.
