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2015-06-22 14:12:06 (UTC)

Psychotic Flies

"There, There" by Radiohead [I already did this song, but I'm listening to it again so *VIOLENT SHRUG*]

In pitch dark
I go walking in your landscape
Broken branches
Trip me as I speak

Just 'cause you feel it
Doesn't mean it's there

June 22, 2015 Monday 2:14 PM

I stayed up until like 4 AM last night. Until 3, I was talking to Dude. We were talking about religion and death, since that has been on my mind a lot lately. He said something really fucking cheesy, haha.

Something like, "Everybody dies but not everyone lives."

And I was like, "Haha I'm pretty sure I've seen that on a poster"


And I said, "Yeah. I've spent like half my life staring at horribly designed motivational posters haha"

I hope I didn't hurt his feelings or anything. He's very smart and most of the time, he doesn't say cliché things. Gotta be honest, though, this wasn't the first time. It was the most obvious though!!! I don't think he even knows that this is old news though.

Aw, no, but I really like Dude. He conversed with me when I didn't want to sleep :D :D :D That honestly makes me really happy. I love when people talk with me at two in the morning.

I woke up at like noon which felt sooooo grossss. I hate waking up that late.

I made myself some breakfast and coffee. I know I wasn't going to drink it but I JUST, I JUST REALLY WANTED IT. Okay, I'm going to stop, though. I don't want to get sleepy mid-day.

I'm talking about vaginas and dicks with Olivia. I don't really want to, but eh, we somehow got on the subject and we can't stop now, can we?

Olivia is a cutie.

I miss people, it sucks!!!

Also, I'm hiding in my room because there are psychotic flies downstairs. I have no idea where they came from. They weren't there when I went downstairs to cook, but I re-entered the kitchen to put my dishes away and there were all these different frequency buzzing sounds and it drives me crAZYY.

As I was trying to kill them (I really didn't want to but there was just too many), I saw one that was not a fly, it was a black fucking wasp. And that is why I am in hiding.

Later, friends. I shall now clean.


SOmeone called me hot today, I'm very good with this.

Has anyone else noticed that my writing style has changed a lot over the past six months? I know who I was influenced by. I don't want to become her, though... I'm so paranoid when it comes to adopting traits that other people had. I SWEAR I'M JUST TRYING TO BE BETTER, OKAY.

I'll update you on my fascinating life later.

Feedback and stuff is always welcome, seeing as how I'm a lonely motherfucker who spends her time sitting on tombstones.