Sometimes People Think They're Being Helpful When They Really Aren't

Sometimes people think they're being helpful when they really aren't

I get it hurts me

I get it physically damaged me

I get in twenty years I will regret it

But if I don't have it, I might not even make it another twenty years

STOP TELLING ME TO DO MY RESEARCH, SHERLOCK

SOCIOPATH AND PSYCHOPATH ARE NOT RECOGNIZED TERMINOLOGY TO DESCRIBE ASPD

NEITHER IS THE IDEA OF HIGH FUNCTIONING ASPD FACTUALLY CORRECT

YOU DO YOUR FUCKING RESEARCH, MR. DOESN'T GET KNOW HOW THE SUN WORKS

This doesn't apply to you though, Sherlock, you never made such claims

Haven't had a nightmare in a long time, had to have one today

Can't explain quite what it was about

Thought I'd list some weird parts or changes

-general layout of my town was wrong

-brother looked wrong, can't remember if he was still named Aaron though

-only mom or dad would be there at the time, except they were playing the same person

-there was a somehow sprawling abandoned building

-or rather, it was a closed junk store at first, not at some points the dream just treated it like an abandoned building

-we don't have junk stores

-there were these other people, around my age, in there to

-those people either became straight up monsters, or monstrous people

-they raped my mom(or my dad?)

-they wanted to kill us

-by the time we left the building we weren't in town, but more a place a lot like my grandparents summer cabin in Canada

-Now they were just straight up monsters, but still looked like people, I dunno honestly

-when we drove away, we didn't come to roads like normal, but a vast and infinite desert with a thin wire bridge across it, and if you feel into the desert, you'd sink forever beneath the sand

That's all I remember clearly enough, though I'm certain there was some more. It probably sounds stupid, nightmares usually do when told, why I don't normally tell people, don't want them to think I was scared of something stupid. But nightmares aren't about experience, they're about feeling, and whatever you're feeling, too difficult to describe, is what makes them truly scary

the “other coke” better be the right one🫃

It's the other one

Have to stop working on this story so I can write some stupid scholarship essay:(

You would all not believe how hard I'm resisting the urge to share this incomplete drawings

I must wait till it's either finished or I get bored

At the same time

I reallyy wanna show it to people

Showing the incomplete updates to Jo to avoid caving and posting them