CaptainWacky
I want to smell dark matter
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jhjuicff
the underside of my knee hurts
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how do you exxxxxxxxxpres depression with words
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I CAN ACTUALLY FEEL DARK CLOUDS OF DARKNESS PRESSING INTO MY BRANI
that just sounds stupid
evne though it's literally true
just want to sleep all the time
don't want to think
can hardly think
good
jnot a person
not human
not me
not naything anymore
alreayd DEAD
lol
people die all the time
and I'm sitting here complaing about gdflkjb
nj
gfd
jsg
but
tghen there's other people
who feel fine
fuck them
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anyway i shouldn't thik of other people and their pain/joy
i'm me
i can only be me
i can only experience reality from insidethis body
and i must represent that subjective reality as best i can
by scratching my fucking face off
justg getting itchier
fghbv
jEKEPE SCOMING BAKCd
d
gjkaig I'm not even angyr
I'm just styping in all caps
why do my balls hurt
cna't wnak
kfdasj
bvj cdjsaf
fele ntohign ever
gjj I CNA'T WNAK
j HAAHa
dgf
sjdisnf
gfjang
gvfgsb dsf=bs
whyd hjsg
dthere ins't any wya to change things
jsssssssssssssssssssssdg
was going to write cat cleanres but couldnt
not evne cat clenars
jlfjklkf
hhhahahha
hjjsiaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaai_
i'm just ytping things
tgyping tghingk
jgkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkthis keyboard is still too new
need to smash it up a bitgh
gggggg
um
i should type nothing to represent what's really going on in my head
i know i've said that before
it is a truth i keep returning to
the only truth
the nothing
hahh
ajarwhat about how fast time passes eh
that's a thing
doen't mater
jttttttttttttttttg
oh
i should wrtie a story about a fictional chracter who is really me
__________________
Billy Nosebastard walked down the street but felt constant anxiety FROM THE PEOPLE LOOKING AT HIM (even when they weren't) so he panicked and went home and lay down and had a dream where he was eating a cake shaped like Optimus Prime and it was nice and when he woke up he wanted to play with his Optimus Prime but then remembered that he's thirty and doesn't have one and literally cried and even though he doesn't believ ein god in his head he appealled to be allowed to go back to childhood but it didn't happenb ecaues that would never happen and things can only get worse and wrose and he'll be alone and then die
THEN HE ATE SOME CRISPS
_________________________________
good story
maybe one of the best
here'fds
good story
maybe one of the worst
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jiminnfg
jrejmggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggg
gggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggg
!insult
ddg
susie death
jdfjks gk hkddddddg
so yehagoing to tpost this now
jj
jhjuicff
the underside of my knee hurts
fdsfffffffffffffffff
how do you exxxxxxxxxpres depression with words
diddddddddddd
I CAN ACTUALLY FEEL DARK CLOUDS OF DARKNESS PRESSING INTO MY BRANI
that just sounds stupid
evne though it's literally true
just want to sleep all the time
don't want to think
can hardly think
good
jnot a person
not human
not me
not naything anymore
alreayd DEAD
lol
people die all the time
and I'm sitting here complaing about gdflkjb
nj
gfd
jsg
but
tghen there's other people
who feel fine
fuck them
vgfffffffffffffffffffffffffffff
anyway i shouldn't thik of other people and their pain/joy
i'm me
i can only be me
i can only experience reality from insidethis body
and i must represent that subjective reality as best i can
by scratching my fucking face off
justg getting itchier
fghbv
jEKEPE SCOMING BAKCd
d
gjkaig I'm not even angyr
I'm just styping in all caps
why do my balls hurt
cna't wnak
kfdasj
bvj cdjsaf
fele ntohign ever
gjj I CNA'T WNAK
j HAAHa
dgf
sjdisnf
gfjang
gvfgsb dsf=bs
whyd hjsg
dthere ins't any wya to change things
jsssssssssssssssssssssdg
was going to write cat cleanres but couldnt
not evne cat clenars
jlfjklkf
hhhahahha
hjjsiaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaai_
i'm just ytping things
tgyping tghingk
jgkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkthis keyboard is still too new
need to smash it up a bitgh
gggggg
um
i should type nothing to represent what's really going on in my head
i know i've said that before
it is a truth i keep returning to
the only truth
the nothing
hahh
ajarwhat about how fast time passes eh
that's a thing
doen't mater
jttttttttttttttttg
oh
i should wrtie a story about a fictional chracter who is really me
__________________
Billy Nosebastard walked down the street but felt constant anxiety FROM THE PEOPLE LOOKING AT HIM (even when they weren't) so he panicked and went home and lay down and had a dream where he was eating a cake shaped like Optimus Prime and it was nice and when he woke up he wanted to play with his Optimus Prime but then remembered that he's thirty and doesn't have one and literally cried and even though he doesn't believ ein god in his head he appealled to be allowed to go back to childhood but it didn't happenb ecaues that would never happen and things can only get worse and wrose and he'll be alone and then die
THEN HE ATE SOME CRISPS
_________________________________
good story
maybe one of the best
here'fds
good story
maybe one of the worst
g
jjllllllllllllll
jiminnfg
jrejmggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggg
gggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggg
!insult
ddg
susie death
jdfjks gk hkddddddg
so yehagoing to tpost this now