YOU. ME. GAS STATION. WHAT ARE WE GETTING FOR DINNER? SUSHI OF COURSE UH OH THERE WAS A ROOFIE INSIDE OUR GAS STATION SUSHI. WE BLACK OUT AND WAKE UP IN A SEWER WERE SURROUNDED BY FIDH HORNY FISH YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS FISH- THE STENCH DRAWS IN A BEAR WHAT DO WE DO? WERE GONNA FIGHT IT. BEARFIGHT BARE HANDED BARE... NAKED? OH YES PLEASE. WE BEFRIEND THE BEAR AFTER WE BEAT IT IN A BRAWL THEN RIDE IT INTO A CHUCK E CHEESE. DANCE DANCE REVOLUTION-REVOLUTION? OVERTHROW THE GOVERNMENT? UHHH I THINK SO. NECXT THING YOU KNOW IM REINCARNATED AS JESUS CHRIST THEN I TURN INTO A JET FLY INTO THE SUN BLACK OUT AGAIN WAKE UP DO A BUMP WHITE OUT? WHICH I DIDNT KNOW YOU COULD DO THEN I SMOKED A JOINT GREENED OUT THEN I TURNED INTO THE SUN AUUHH OH LOOKS LIKE THE METH IS KICKING IN.
I have a fucking horrible habit of imagining everyone I love dead. Im literally crying because I imagined my youngest brother who is maybe 5 months but 3 months premature like that. I need to get out of that habit but I cant. Call me crazy all you want but its how I am. Obviously I want them living but that little image and thought always appears in the back of my mind