All he could think about was how it would all end. There was still a bit of uncertainty in the equation, but the basics were there for anyone to see. No matter how much he tried to see the positive, it wasn’t anywhere to be seen. The end was coming and it wasn’t going to be pretty.
I inadvertently went to See’s Candy last week (I was in the mall looking for phone repair), and as it turns out, See’s Candy now charges a dollar — a full dollar — for even the simplest of their wee confection offerings. I bought two chocolate lollipops and two chocolate-caramel-almond things. The total cost was four-something. I mean, the candies were tasty and all, but let’s be real: A Snickers bar is fifty cents. After this dollar-per-candy revelation, I may not find myself wandering dreamily back into a See’s Candy any time soon.
I’m meant to be writing at this moment. What I mean is, I’m meant to be writing something else at this moment. The document I’m meant to be writing is, of course, open in another program on my computer and is patiently awaiting my attention. Yet here I am plonking down senseless sentiments in this paragraph because it’s easier to do than to work on anything particularly meaningful. I am grateful for the distraction.
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Hey you, yeah YOU. What does this mean?
I don’t like being outside of my bedroom if my stepdad is home. I ask my mom to send him to the store sometimes so I can breathe. He’s always judging.
If you got more likes then views you might be a red neck
It’s amazing when a little bubble of happiness takes over your mind.
I’ll try to call you next week maybe we can work something out every once in a while we can still chat
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Honestly, I don’t care about climate change or politics. I worry about zombies, aliens and vampires.
I hope you die reader.
every website i start to enjoy end up INVADED BY TROLLLS. this is gangstalking NIGHTMARE
You jive Turkey!
I fell in love with my best friend. She cared about me in a way no one had in a very long time, and I want it to more but it never will be.
Even when I’m having a good day/having fun/enjoying myself, I get fleeting thoughts of wanting to harm & kill myself.
I hate anything that isn’t instant. I don’t want to wait for stuff.
Current obsessive fantasy: getting spit roasted by two or more horny old men. Preferably a room full of them.
You see, you wishing death on all the Chinese people. Now look the corona virus is spreading all over America. Be careful what you wish for.
Spiral to the heart of my concerns.
All he could think about was how it would all end. There was still a bit of uncertainty in the equation, but the basics were there for anyone to see. No matter how much he tried to see the positive, it wasn’t anywhere to be seen. The end was coming and it wasn’t going to be pretty.
I inadvertently went to See’s Candy last week (I was in the mall looking for phone repair), and as it turns out, See’s Candy now charges a dollar — a full dollar — for even the simplest of their wee confection offerings. I bought two chocolate lollipops and two chocolate-caramel-almond things. The total cost was four-something. I mean, the candies were tasty and all, but let’s be real: A Snickers bar is fifty cents. After this dollar-per-candy revelation, I may not find myself wandering dreamily back into a See’s Candy any time soon.
I want to live happy in my introverted indoors life. I don’t like being scared outside.
I’m meant to be writing at this moment. What I mean is, I’m meant to be writing something else at this moment. The document I’m meant to be writing is, of course, open in another program on my computer and is patiently awaiting my attention. Yet here I am plonking down senseless sentiments in this paragraph because it’s easier to do than to work on anything particularly meaningful. I am grateful for the distraction.