It's Almost The Middle Of The Night And I Went Downstairs To Check On My Laundry, And In The Kitchen
It's almost the middle of the night and I went downstairs to check on my laundry, and in the kitchen stood my older sister making pancakes???
I walked up to her, and she said, "You want some? I made too many."
I think I know who my favorite sibling is.
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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.
I'm listening to Creator by Lena Raine, the music box version, and I really feel like wandering through an empty castle during a storm and crying. Like the lost ghost of a child long forgotten, mourning the loss of love never received. Like the pain would be physical, yet silent, if they still had a body to feel.
... or something like that.
Hi!
I don't know what I'm doing.
"Please! Don't leave me again!"
"I died. Do you think I had a choice in the matter?!"
Now presenting, my little sister:
"Are you done with life- Oh, a tomato!"
*Picks up tomato and sniffs once before biting into it like an apple*
"This needs to be washed."
Online interaction I had that makes me smile for some reson:
"Does that mean there's a very killable child in the area?"
"Oh, damn. You're right....."
Wanna see me do something cool?
*breaks all the bones in my entire body*
Wanna see me do it again?
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!
When does a car become a meteor?
My beanbag ripped, so now I've resorted to sitting on the floor, like a commoner.
