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i dont think im okay
i really dont know what this feeling is but its kind of like hovering in space, i feel free but i feel so enclosed. nothing exciting happens in my life. only weird bullshit. ive been rotting on discord most of the time and playing the only thing i enjoy. its not like im doing terrible or that im depressed its just i can feel my mannerisms and the way i talk to people changing. i grow more introverted by the day and i dont really like talking all that much anymore atleast yelling out and being energetic. and you can call that maturing but if you know me you know i am pretty mature when it comes to it. im getting more introverted and i know it. i feel like shutting myself in my room and just bullshitting with my homeboys and do nothing and just rip my nic to allah. this dopamine chase for anything to get me laugh is insufferable. i dont want to be bored anymore. i want to go and do something but i cant because im stuck in this room all day and i cant go out like that. i tripped again on acid and it made me feel the best i have in awhile or more exactly the last time i took acid. lucy is my love and lucy is my light. whenever i take it my thoughts internalize into my plushies to be honest and talk to me but im not thinking it they are speaking it into my brain. speaking of that, people say i just gained a consciousness but i swear this inner voice isnt my consciousness. its like a angel that dwelles in my mind and feeds me information and guides me. and i have a consciousness. ive always had one but this one i talk to in my head. its different i know it is. i have no drive to do anything but drone and just wait for the day to be over so i can sleep because sleep is so good but so horrible. i hate sleeping but its so comfortable.this is a combination of random pent up thoughts ive had in these past months.

*— the afterthought —*
I'm not crazy, well, maybe just a little bit
Check my swag, it's super sick
She likes my posts, she likes my pics
I'm so edgy but everybody wants me
Livestream my suicide, burn it on your CD

I don't really wanna go right now
I just really wanna die right now
Nothing for me on this Earth
I've been fucked up since my birth
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limbo, live the days waiting for the day to end, waiting for the next time to toke up, waiting forever.
things are good now, but its not complete. not without you.
two people. two people i miss. i never thought i would have to not talk to them. i never imagined it. i feel bad for reciprocating you. i feel like im scum for it. i know it was horrible. i wish i could take it back, but i cant. and thats the worst part. late night thoughts, i hope u get okay, both of you, my former forever friends.

*—the afterthought—*
i am in the comfort of the night again, i missed it dearly.
“nice to meet you, where u been?
i can show u incredible things,
magic, madness, heaven, sin
saw you there and i thought
‘oh my god, look at that face
you look like my next mistake
loves a game, wanna play?”
long live trashy white girl music
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nothing but regret. nothing but the future. gut it down, im sorry. i am.

*—the afterthought—*
i wish i could stop having these dreams about people that arent ever going to return.
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doors. i hate leaving doors open.
doors exist for one reason, and thats to close off a area from another. there should be no scenario in which a door is open for a extended period of time. there should be no incident in which a door is required to be open. because there is no such need for a thing. a door would beckme invaluable if that occurred, you might as well just rip it off its hinges whats it there for anyway.
the one below all can not sleep in a open environment. i need a closed space, i will take being compact and squashed over wiggle room and major breathabllity. it just feels funner when things are slighlty cluttered. when theres things purposefully trying to overstimulate you. being in a open environment is more closing than it is freeing. theres no comfort in it. waking up several times in the middle of the night has not been fun for the one below all. for three nights in a row? downright evil. i hope i can sleep easy tonight.
*—THE DESCRIPTION—*
waking up in the middle of the night feels like i have insomnia, im not really awake, but im not asleep either. everything is foggy, nothing is clear, i can barely form a thought coherently, as i can best describe it its like a memory from when you havent even breached consciousness yet. thats how it feels to wake up in the middle of the night to see my door open. sometimes its downright psychosis the way that i arise in the middle of the night, cloudy, thoughts dragging across rough concrete after a disgusting beatdown. flicker into REM sleep for twenty minutes, rinse and repeat until morning. a disgusting routine picked up by cosmic bullshitters weaving my sleeping blanket.
*—the afterthought—*
i miss sparking up fat bowls with Junior. it was the undoubtably highlight best time of my life, i would kill to return back to that moment. when everything was good.

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