I THINKKK This Guy Hates Sex Drugs And Rock N Roll Im Not Sure Though

Why do we say “slept like a baby” when babies literally wake up screaming every two hours?

I want to sleep like a middle-aged dad who “rests his eyes” during a Marvel movie and wakes up refreshed, confused, and ready to barbecue.

Trial 2 - 015 Memory report

Record no.5

The first time we meet, he looks messed up, and when I approach closer, it's seen that he's crying, so I joke with tenderness in my hoarse voice — I don't want to see someone pretty like this crying, and I sit there near him, and, maybe, my mere presence can calm him down a little bit — an unknown person. I can't touch, I can't ask, the most that is able to be done — share the pain in silence, solitude, with which the air is filled... The second time we meet, he already looks annoyed, and I can't help but find it funny — no way, so soon? Give me a chance! Actually, he looks messed up every day, every time that we meet. I don't want you to be hurt anymore... Let's talk about the little things, and hang out together, when you have spare time from being beaten up by someone else. I'm sorry, wording it like this makes me nauseous. You must be tired way too much, so rest in my arms when you feel comfortable enough. Cold, cold.  why would you go away ¿ ? . Actually, the first time we met, I immediately continued: But it's not that your appearance is the only thing that catches my attention, it is just the instant thought that came to my mind, to maybe reassure you a bit — because I'm a nice enough person, I don't give much importance to appearance. Why did I approach, then, it's only that, that... I felt lonely, I guess... why would you want to go away don't leave me here don't leave me here don't leave me here_$+??---(&$$_¥£-$$#€¢¥ππ÷{}}}¶=}¶×^|¢×

Record no.6

I wouldn't like to be no more than a marble wall... If you complain about the people close to you yet go back before I even come up with an answer, what is that supposed to mean? I'd prefer a reply. Ahh? You really hate being treated nicely, huh? Oh, no, no. I can't return to the bad habits.  It's the biggest honor for someone to consider me a refuge. I'm sorry I failed. I wanted to save you. It's a pity. You didn't deserve my kindness in the first place. I mean, if I haven't seen you up until then, who's to say you ever existed? Though, when I wake up, it feels a bit lonely still. How was it... No... It's not like I can remember…  The white of the school's fence… It was noisy, and my whole body went cold… I just didn't want to die.  It's a crime to get your life spared when you don't want to live either. 

Record no.7

Am I weird for that?  I wake up and I can't breathe. Are my words off? If merely my indifference can be harmful, I've got no way to live… Anyone can see, those who haven't noticed yet are soon to stop being quiet, and those who have noticed choose to not tell out of politeness. I have no excuses, so don't tell me. I'm tired of excuses, so stop asking me. You must be thinking I'm too superficial, a soft yet cold shell, or maybe you're thinking how to benefit yourself with my existence, or both, I don't know, I don't hear my words nor see my actions — so I can't guess what would be your response, the way you see me.  — I wish you could be in a better place. We were standing in some distant corner of the campus. I was holding his hand in my hands and looking into his eyes that were staring down.  — Me too. Yet we aren't born lucky enough. He probably wanted me to say, at least, “I wish I could take you out of there”. But I can't stand making empty promises anymore; I've lost count of them, I'm unable to bear the disgust. My words are capable of anesthetizing the pain, yet not healing; when the effect wears off, people realize all their bones were broken this whole time, and it's my fault, my fault. I don't hate you. I don't want to hate you. it's not your fault that I’m a weird one; you're an innocent soul that ended up in a way too cruel world. After I get beaten up by my own weeping enough, let me try again. I wake up and I can't breathe.  I don't rebel against the rules. I was always told that lies are bad; I’ve seen the way they get both the liar and those around them into trouble. So I've decided, if I can't say something with utmost confidence, I'd rather stay quiet — I don't want to cause even more pain, anymore. I don't want the other’s pain to be my fault. Even so, holding my hands over his, I take a deep breath; my words, cold and sweet and slightly biting like the taste of mint, are melting into the spring air: I've been as quiet as I could, and never allowed myself to feel hate for you — even so, why, why are you — I wish I could take you out of there. —why are you hurting me? Why are you hurting me? Why are you hurting me? Why are you hurting me? Why are you hurting me?

im so excited and scared for mafu6

am i going mad did you always have to click the three dots to edit a post

dry swallowed a pill. dying

Trial 2 - 016 Memory report

Record no.5

The bright-pink silhouette flickered in the front of the train leaving. Before I could scream out anything, I’ve already run out of time. She demanded promises from me, but never wanted to give me one, not even one. I was a child too; I didn't know how to do anything right too. Why do I still wear these gloves? I've long grown up, I've got no grudges, no regrets. I understand. The one who's older and keeps a calm face can't be helpless.  Here's a riddle for you, a puzzle: who will you save when two people are drowning?  The one who you love, or who loves you? The correct answer is,  I can't swim. … Art supplies broke on the floor with a loud thud; I asked, what is her surname? I checked the age again, trying to pull out memories of the year we met, the year she left, my birth year, counting the birth year of “her” that I remember. She lied to me. No matter how much I pleaded, I could never become someone to tell the truth to. She lied to me. Even after leaving me many years ago, she's been lying to me this whole time! 

Record no.6

Hey. Going out of your way that much is gross. You need to make an effort to care, for sure, but you need to make an effort to not care to this point. Text me tomorrow morning You're not sleeping. It's not the time you go to sleep at. I was busy [Quoted message] What for? 9 a.m., right? If you don't text me before that time, I'll think that you're dead. <...> I'll find you either way. Now this is a threat. Everything I tell you is supposed to be a threat. Did you forget?  [Quoted message] It's not fair I really couldn’t ever become someone to tell the truth to

Record no.7

I couldn't fall asleep all night.  Well, it might be because I woke up too late, but being unable to fall asleep when I'm upset and exhausted is the most annoying. I think I'm going to suffocate. The average temperature is around 8 degrees. A fog will be occupying some areas first thing in the morning. While it's expected to be thin, it’s going to disrupt visibility. There is a high chance of rain starting around afternoon and continuing until evening.  I started preparing at 7 hours 3 minutes. The weather was chilly, but because it was hard to breathe, I put on only two shirts. It happens sometimes. I need to freeze to wake up properly, or maybe it's a form of self-punishment, either way, the train station isn't too close to where I live, so I needed to have enough time. Are you seriously listening to all that? I left my house at 7 hours 16 minutes. Looking back at it, why did I take so long? I always took too long to get ready… That's one of my traits that made me impossible to deal with…  Maybe because a few days before it I asked you to please not leave me alone, no, it's not the way I worded it, so no wonder you hated it… There's too much of me, but when my presence is actually necessary, I flee from the scene...  I still don't know who, when and where are appropriate, so I get myself in trouble all the time. I have no idea how to do that, even though I make my life revolve around it, I haven't learned such things to this day. 5 minutes before arriving there, I looked at my phone and saw 8 hours 13 minutes. I didn't have anyone to talk to, so I simply stared at the screen. Though my collar is unbuttoned, I keep choking, what an annoyance. You might wonder, how do you remember the time so precisely? Well, everything is possible in a dream, no?  I arrived at the station at  That's the honest way to put it. Might be a bit too honest? I'm tired of small talk, so I throw around love confessions.  I think of getting your attention all the time, can't help it, but you can't imagine it. Hm… That's right. I'm the type to observe from the sidelines. Those “love confessions”… might be too empty to make any change, I cowardly cover my face and become all alone once again… the time that I ran out of. At -1464 hours -87840 minutes, I suffocated.

it feels like my throat and insides are being ripped out

goodbye everypony...this might be it for me

dry swallowed a pill. dying

so my apartment building got a notice board to post fire alarm tests and maintenance announcements and such. the building is pretty well-maintained, so we rarely get notices. the board is big and grey and to think it would be empty like that 99% of the time was a bland boring sin i just couldn't bear, so i vandalized the corner of its empty canvas with a teeny tiny Guy

and within a few days, there was a sudden addition from my one of my neighbors along with a Bunch of thumbtacks. this was an unexpected, but welcome surprise!

well there was still so much space, i figured i'd add another crumb to the art hoard. i'd been playing genshin that day so i drew my favorite grandpa

and like clockwork, new art manifested!! this person is gonna grow to be a great artist i know it. the detail in those stones? hell yeah that's cool.

we're two weeks into it. more neighbors have joined in with their artwork. who knew there were so many artists in my building?? we're onto somethin great here i just know it.