~CJTheBagOfChips~

Hii !!

Wow I’ve been dead lately TwT 

How'd you find me ToT

Hey guys guess what. I’ve been here for a year now and I only have 22 followers x.x It’s a bit sad, and pathetic. But guess something else. I just got two people into Kingdom Hearts solely for Riku xD So that’s my only accomplishment.. Anyway, it’s time to wait for chat to revive, I keep murdering it xD 

Being on Discord makes me feel like I actually have friends, even though I know no one cares if I’m there or not. But I want someone to care. I want someone to appreciate me, as self-centered as that sounds. I want to be a friend to someone, and have a friend in return. I know I can be stupid and f*cking annoying sometimes, and insensitive and rude.. but, I still want to be able to say “Oh yeah, my friend and I,” and not just “Oh yeah, I, by my lonesome.” I want to be someone to count on, and have someone for myself. I want someone, even if they’re just a “shoulder to cry on,” I still want them. I want someone to practically break down my door and ask for a gummy worm at four in the morning. I want someone to come in for a hug without my prompting, and squeeze me. I want someone to text me back with more than just “lol.” 
          
          Maybe I’m just being selfish, but..
          I want a damn friend.

Doing homework would go by a lot faster if i actually cared x.x 

I hate it when people talk to me when I have headphones in, it’s like: 
          HELLO. What do you think these bright blue things protruding from my ears are? 
          
          
          Erg. 

My mom keeps calling it “soda” and not “pop”!! I keep being like; 
          “Mom, you’re from Michigan! We call it pop! 
          W h o  a r e  y o u?”

Do you ever catch yourself saying “stop talking to yourself” to yourself? XD 

“When you start writing your story, you have to go around and ask a lot of people about how things happened when you were a child, because you remember them only vaguely and some you do not remember at all. But some things are stamped in your memory forever, and something in you remembers them even when you try to forget them. You wake up in the dead of night and the terror of it is upon your mind and upon your body, and cannot throw it off, the weight of it is so heavy. There is some evil spirit, some demon of those events that haunts you all your life. No matter how grotesque and distorted the demon becomes from its original self, no matter what awful shapes it takes, it is the same old demon of that event. 
          
          In those dreadful days my demons were born. And some are still with me yet.” 
          -A little boy who’s name a can’t remember