ThE rAnDoMnEsS oF rEaLiTy

M.I.N.D. = My Inner Nice Dimension

Me: Currently in a battle for the multiverse with an army of different versions of me and is yelling out war cries in the language that only versions of me understand while having bada$$ background music.

The demon that haunts my room: Sees me jumping and rolling around my room while listening to fight music and flailing my arms and chanting in some language and it looks like I'm trying to summon Satan.

Yeah..............

My imagination is... interesting to say the least.

I literally have an entire world in my mind that has its own pocket in the multiverse and it is filled with different versions of me and we travel to different worlds and always have these monsters chasing us and our world is the only safe place from them.

There's a Venom me, there's a Star Wars me, there's a robot me, there's a pyromaniac me, there's a basically-a-god me, there's a music me, there's a glitch me, there's a demon me, you name it, I probably have a version of it.

And there is an arena and the versions of me fight in it pretty regularly, and it has a respawn system so no one ever actually dies. Parties are very common too, along with Deadpool me getting absolutely wasted and stranding one of the other versions in a different world. Pyromaniac me is constantly burning down the kitchen. Jester me is constantly wacking people with rubber chickens. This why we never speak of the Great Rubber Chicken Flood of 2019. We are all still traumatized to this day.

Demon me is constantly scaring people. Shapeshifter me is always mocking people. Shadow powers me is eternally trying to stop the others from destroying everything. Paint me is always drawing. Music me is always searching for new songs. I think you get the point.

I hate it when I am talking to myself because ghost me is taunting someone and then one of my parents walk in and is like, "Are you talking to yourself?" and I just go "Yes" because there is literally no lie I could come up with that makes sense.

Soooooooo...

Now that I'm reading this I'm realizing that it sounds like I'm lonely and have imaginary friends. Let me make this clear.

THESE ARE NOT IMAGINARY FRIENDS. I KNOW THEY ARE NOT REAL AND THEY ONLY EXIST IN MY HEAD. THIS IS A WORLD THAT I MADE THAT CANNOT INTERACT WITH THIS WORLD IN ANY WAY, SHAPE OR FORM.

Ok. That's it for this entry.

bUh-ByE1!1!

THIS IS BIG BRAIN TIME.