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It seems - I lost - Good Fight - it was accelerating... > #fightnight
I might vomit.. - why did i ask - its - nothing - nothing at all - its fine - to ask - ... - i can do this - it is - okay - to ask - for - a badge - It isnt - as if - theyll - ask me to prove it - but what if - im faking it - what if - im just - overreacting-- >
..is - it okay if - I request.. - the disability - badge.. - sorry- to bother > @imJunior
When i shut my eyes Dust of what has been Always lurks It whispers tales Tales that must be told If no one hears Then what was the purpose? If i don't suffer Every second Through this Who will listen? One must listen To the tales ... - none of - it is - working well - maybe another one will work better - ... > #writing #poetry
..how - do you - be less.. - pitiful? > #advice #seekingadvice #genuinelyplease
Start carrying yourself with more confidence as a first step
Like - how i - - like - It - is getting worsen - ... - How do you - believe any of that.. - I dont understand it.. - as a concept - even if others - like - tolerate me - the fact - that - nevermind - sorry - sorry >
Debating.. - if i go - to gothnight - ... - theres still - time - and depends on - other factors - like.. - a few things - like her.. - but maybe - ... > #gothnight
][- whatever this "g0th night" is, fr0m first glance, y0u'd pr0bably fit right in -]
That iis - thete is - time - but time also - flows - without - warning - or cause.. >
Trying - to.. - think if - I write anything - ... >
whats- a catgirl and. - a doggirl - is this - normal.. - breaking words down - or.. > #dashwatching
Very happy.. - to see a friend 'very happy.. >
[There was a photo attached. There was two pages that were lit by a dim lamp. The first page was labeled number 437 with a question mark on it. The writing seemed frenzied and was difficult to make out the words as they jumped on the page ] 'I felt blood from above me. That made no sense and when I checked again. There had been none to begin with. One of my traps went off by accident and I had to bandage the wound. It almost made feel alive. I understand that I have been told it is fine to show that I enjoy pain. It is embarrassing to admit the whys. Everything is moving slowly as it does. I feel concern at it all goes on. I wish to do more. I should talk to my friends more as well but they likely just despise me. They must despise me for all of my faults. Every single one of them is too clear and I do not understand why they tolerated me in the first place. My writing is full of lackster prose. The dreams are wearing on me less. Minus the random attack where I can not breathe. All is well. I should have been a better matesprit. I know that my matesprit is struggling and I don't know how to help. I can't even help myself which is laughable. If I was born to bare the weight of what it demands of my blood. I should be able to do what it demands without this self pity. My vision went blank recently as well. I can not tell the cause. It overlapped with one of the horrible dreams about someone truly pitiful. Of what little I can gather about humans. I learned of entities known as the Fates. It feels oddly comforting to hear about such things. Present in many cultures and all yet different in their own ways. It makes me feel better about what I see for the future. Notes to self; Find out how to stop nervous habits Check on others that I worry about Attempt to forc--' [The last task was scratched out. There was amended tasks as well ink spills over the pages.] 'Attempt to be social and likeable. Put in more effort into starting stories and finishing Bring notes when chest is tight in public to write The flesh is easy to command and yet the mind is cruel. Do not let it win.'
Ah - that's not right - when did.. - What is - nevermind - I should - journal this down - that seems - worrying #horror
Sorry.. - for not being available - ... - for injuries - but - they have - good medics - right.. - right? > #fightnight
oh yeah they brought a Motherfucker back froM the DeaD. they got it covereD
yeah ManageD to get a fuseD guy un-fuseD too so thats wilD. i think it was the saMe Motherfucker that DieD too
Five Four.. Three Two One Sometimes when I shut my eyes. I can see figures dancing behind options that lay before all. Every choice. Every breath. Every beat of a bloodpusher. The draw of breathe of one's last.. It was something that I was already familiar with it. The way that someone shifted their weight across their feet. The way they spoke in hushed tones. The way that all abide by the rules of the living. If I shut my eyes, The sound as their blood flowed from their bloodpusher throughout their body made it easy to picture where every organ was. If you focused yet again. You could the string of life that bounds all that live. If you tug at it enough, it would snap. Snap without another movement besides pulses as all dies as the thread is gone. That was something I wondered about. Decay had a different scent depending on the cause. The many whys and hows were never to be answered. It wasn't something that others noticed was what I noticed. The feeling of a thread snapping made all to quiet. The hurry of one in panic being exhausted suddenly felt empty. What was life if that ended? That became my focus for the next several sweeps. The results were unsatisfying. It was of no point. I just.. then accepted that there was nothing more to do. It was alive and that was it. There was no one I met that quite understood what I meant. It was fine. It's okay within the end. Just - free writing > #writing #gore #horror
Run run run Run as fast as your paws can go If you stop, You're gone Run until you bleed Run until the words double Run away from your responsibilities It'll consume you wll the same Wait until the hunter's barrel, Leaves a hole in your skull That is surely the end #writing #poetry #gore
and another tick in the memory colUmn. this doesn't soUnd like something i'd dream Up.
Trying to - function. - its going. - bad but maybe - itllend upfine
There was a little fox who lived in a meadow. Foxes don't belong here Little foxes Little foxes don't belong in meadows They're all tricksters The little fox's coat was black. It stood out Run away little fox, Work - in - progress... > #writing
Zabrak's here! > #fightnight
..I- have decided to write - a short story - instead - maybe it would be easier - and i.. - could write down - what haunts - in a way - where it isnt breathing down my neck > #horror
..I hate this story. I hate it i hate it i hate! Why can't I write anything for it?! I.. i dont know why it isnt writing correctly.. i cant even start on it as it feels wrong. I wwnt to just write amd not think on what is going wrong and everything isnt even working- #vent
Working.. - Trying to - think how to - write this - transition > #writing