Lately, my life has been getting rather detached from reality. I too easily forget the existence of school, I too easily forget the existence of communication.
Wind Waker is the source of my enjoyment, and random songs infect my moods with their random messages of violence. Am I going mad?
I too easily imagine the deaths of those close, I don't feel regret as I stare upon their bloodied corpses. Perhaps the absence of normal persons has instigated this sudden flow of lunacy, or perhaps the moon is in a strange stage of it's orbit around this volatile mass of organisms.
Shall I enter the lunacy? Shall I give in? Perhaps t'would be easy, this mentality welcomes the safety of yonder padded walls.
Those whom I hate, have simply been placed within their future coffins, their detached limbs arranged to give the illusion of wholeness.
Death doesn't scare me. Death without retribution scares me. They're going there before I do. Most will fall downwards, followed by I, victim of my own emotional outbreaks, but some will go upwards, only because of their willingness to sleep with any mortal (or immortal).
That person whom I hate most, her voice bursts my eardrums, and I cannot avert my eyes fast enough to avoid flashes of her underwear. I'm sick of her. Why isn't she dead yet? Does god truly hate me so as to not kill the bane of my existence?
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Mum got rid of the comp in my room sad
It's so empty.
Gaia's so boring.
Do i get a future coffin?...no detached limbs though >> i don't intend to die just yet.