Uh.. How do I start this off? Fuck, I've never had a ranting blog, diary shit, before. Do I just write the date and shit? Like the thing in books or movies? Whatever.. this shit is child's play. Umm, okay. So, I'm writing down my feelings in this shit because I can't bring myself to say to people. I'm the type to keep shit bottled up and not talk about it.. so yeah.. I'll start off easy by saying I had this weird ass dream, you know? Everyone had weird dreams, but I'm pretty sure people don't have these types of dreams.
I should probably talk about my dream, right? Right. I'll keep it short. So, I was laying in my bed, all warmed up with my fuzzy pink blanket. Hell, I was quite comfortable because the snow covered up those dirty ass windows. It felt like I was-- fuck, focus. I was laying in, uh, bed. I was talking to someone? Like some kinda of ghost or whatever. We were just talking like we were long lost friends, and that's when I heard a loud ass scream. I swear it echoed off those godforsaken walls. I floated in there. That's when I saw my cold, dead body on the floor. My head was fucking decapitated, and the blood, THE BLOOD was everywhere. I looked around and saw other decapitated heads. Who the fuck dreams about this shit? I don't know what it means.. but uh.. yeah, I needed to talk about it. This electronic diary shit is supposed to help, but whatever. I'll continue my shitty ass ranting blog later.. bye.
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HorrorThese are stories that short, but don't be fooled by the outside.
