You ever have that moment where you remember all your friends, how you used to be and just think boy, didn't I just go down hill? Reflecting my past is one of the worst things I can do. I just start thinking like crazy... How every thing is made, what happen to me who I am or was. A bunch of shit. And there's no one in this area how can steer me out of depression, do I really like these games? I don't know, but it sure helps distracting me. I'm a Virgin who is in his 20's... I swear if I turn to a wizard. On a short note I heard them at noise again last night at 3 am, somewhere behind my house or something. This time I heard it clearer though, it was more of a frantic scratching then a simple bash to enter, just might have been a robber again or a squirrel. Or It might be the rake, boo~... Nah.. But if it comes to the point where it's like one of those creepy pastas I'll just hide somewhere. .. Then again why would I check in the first place? I don't want to know anymore, I'm getting the creeps. I'll cya later journal...
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Random"What do I want to type? What do I want to do? Do I have friends? I feel alone? How do I be happy? I'm not supposed to? Ok“ A lonely person who just stays at home, who is visited by some terrible news.
