Really.

Just about nobody knows about this blog. It's become a dark realization I do this out of narcissism, but not really. I only argue against myself and amplify my insecurities. Maybe secretly I hope to finally find my right match in a novel-esque way. I only type this after hours - 2300 or after. This keeps me up, but allows me to flow my ideas in main stream.

But then again, no one reads it. So why do I do it?

I hope you realize this is my silent scream for help. I'm not in any mental stress or self-destructive mind set. Just sometimes, I wish I could show you the true, positively pure version of myself, without lying or censoring myself. I wish my mind was as free around you as it is when I sit across a lake with a fish-eye view of the mountains, or when I'm in drone-mode working, but still freely thinking. But see, when I'm around you, I choke up, like a third grader around his crush. Just like that little dude, I'm immersed in you.

It's like the devil in me saw the angel in you.

Our simple misconnection could end if I just told you I like you. At that same moment, things could never be the same again. I've only had amazing memories with you so far, but there's no way I can risk that. I understand that I'm a figure of authority and my simple-folk impression's diminished. I'd still show you the world. I'd still show you that I care.

It's tough finding another motivation when all that's in my mind is you.

No regrets so far. My silent scream for help goes on.

Two days

There are just two days that separate me from becoming an adult.

Everyone I've talked to says there's no magical transformation when one turns 18. However, I'd like for there to be a significant switch for me.

Let's see what I can do here:

1. No more soda (until the 4th of April, and even then, only once occasionally).

2. No more pathetic advances on women

3. Less slacking, more working (which means actually applying for scholarships).

4. Still enjoy life as I have for the last 18 years.

I think it's possible.

I see less of it, but (t)it's still there

1. Quote a song (using the semi-colon incorrectly AGAIN)

2. Mean nothing out of it

3. Actually intend for them to stare at your boobs.

4. ???

5. Creepers!

Thoughts? Boobs...yeah. Just sayin'

(Also, notice the obvious 45-degree tilt, because boobs don't fit in a square frame. Buaha! Did you think us guys didn't get it?)

I'm in love with a drone.

She never starts the conversations. Whenever she needs my attention, it's for some school function. Yet, she's beautiful. There's nothing cold about her eyes or appearance.

It's so weird how someone like her managed to attend my school, or for that matter, popped into my life somehow. I've probably spent more time with her than almost any other girl I know. She probably mindlessly knows more about my life than more people bother to remember. I'm most certainly not in the friend zone - she never uses me to her personal advantage, and either do I.

That's not even the worst part - I made a song based from a chord progression stuck in my head after I heard she didn't feel well. I've secretly worked on it for a year now.

Neither she nor I are desperate for any attention, but for some reason, I keep wanting to expand our platonic relationship. If she comes to keep my company during sound tech, I'll be a super happy camper.

Talk to me. When you talk, the rain stops falling.

Best CreepyPasta Ever.

Search "Squidward's Suicide". It's a well-done creepypasta. It's probably the best since suicide mouse. It's not the way it's told. Merely, it's how much detail goes into describing the vid. The back story makes it quite believable, too.

Here's the truly creepy part: there are videos out of it.

This is what purely enhances the real-factor of this creepypasta.

However, just about any sound-mind individual can tell it's certainly fake. There'd obviously be leads regarding murdered children who were photographed. It's a step up from suicide mouse though, since that was just a walking, looped scene of mickey with depressing music (apparently leaving the lead animator to shoot himself in the head). All that happened at that showing was, apparently, vomiting co-workers.

Regardless...

Someday, I want to set all of the kids that harassed me as a kid and force them to see the vision of this story. I'll provide the popcorn.

(I'll post the picture when there's sunlight. The cover picture's quite creepy in itself.)

Oh! If anyone can brew up a good image of squidward with the hyperrealistic bloodshot eyes (aside from the google finds), I'll post it. I'd be interested in seeing how those would look. That's saying something, coming from a guy who has a phobia of faces. Just sayin...

I'll be up for a few days. If you need me, poke me with a stick.

Yup, I've been gone for a few days.

Deal with it, current 0-count subscribers!

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