@Kanide-kun
Beautiful Person Award!!!
Once you get this award, you are supposed to post it on the wall of 8 people who deserve it. If you break the chain, nothing will happen. However, it is nice to know someone thinks you're beautiful, inside and out.
Also your 4:20 rant was painfully relatable.
WHO ARE YOU? YOU GODLIKE CREATURE!?!
honestly I can't thank you enough for your existence. And I know this sounds weird but your bio *wipes tear* it got me.
@thelonely_astronaut the real answer is yes. And I'm left in a sense of distraught......
Ah
It's 4:10 AM and I'm not done reading Yaoi just yet. My supplies are running low and I'm not sure I'll make it without a glass of water. However, the implications of this are serious as i can be asked to get up in about an hour due to my bladder belonging to a human. A human with needs. I can feel my consciousness slowly slipping away as i flip through the last pages of a book, just as I start to consider which to read next. I'm hungry. Oh so hungry. But the kitchen seems miles away and in scared. Scared that if I leave this room ill slip on the stair and fall to the bottom, waking everyone up in the process. I'm cold. The window is wide open but yet again, I'm too tired to get up and open it. Too tired to do anything. Yet I read on. I read on into the night, until I forget my troubles and lack of friends, replacing them with fictional characters and romantic fantasies about what dying truly is. |-\. It's 4:18 AM. Soon to hit 20 past. Yet i read on. Ignoring the thirst, hunger, cold and loneliness of this messy room I call 'my bedroom'. It's been a while since i last cleaned. But it's not as bad as it could be... I turn another torn and frayed page. MCR is life. I'm not okay. I promise ill make it back to reality alive... but just in case I've written a will and funeral plans. I don't own much. The little I own will be burnt or donated, same goes for my organs. Taken from my empty shell and placed into another. A live one. One in need. I yawn as i reach the climax of an unnecessary sex scene. God i love gay shit. It's only natural, Being a gay shit myself. I me almost done writing what I'm thinking as the word count slowly reached its maximum. 400 words left. Make that 300. I can't count. It's dark. Oh so dark. I think about turning the lamp on, but then i think twice. 200. 200 words to go. And soon I'll be lonely again. I've considered writing a second comment continuing this, but it's not like anyone's going to read it. 100. 100 letters. I've run out. Two. Two..