Wow, I Used To Be Funny, Interesting, And PRODUCTIVE??????? I USED TO HAVE PERSONALITY!?!?!??? 'M So

Wow, I used to be funny, interesting, and pRODUCTIVE??????? I USED TO HAVE PERSONALITY!?!?!??? 'M so mad rn. so mad.

I feel like I have that kind of face that'd stare back at you with this smug expression, from a pastel blue toilet bowl, it might have just been the water, after you've done a massive dump.

Then as horror tickles your left arm, the shackles of your knees yank you into the vent above. As you ascend, the room elongates and time slows. From the room you existed for what seemed like eternity, you are torn.

The light, that you now understand were Lay's Classic chips, ceases. In it's place was nothing, not the absence of something, just nothing. Despite how they always meant the same thing, they never did. How have you just now noticed? How have you just now made sense? It didn't matter. Nothing matters anymore, solely because, nothing is left.

Nothing except-

You jolt awake to the deafening silence. Ringing screams into your ears and blood races through your veins. You feel. For the first time in forever. You exist again. As you brain returns to reality, it slaps with the realization: it was all a dream.

But wait. what is this feeling? your bowel....it begs you...for relief

The people in my life keep saying I'm a nice. No I'm not, you've talk to me what? four times? That's not long enough to say I'm nice. First impressions are not accurate representations. If they actually knew me, they'd stay was far away from me as possible. They would look at me with distain and fear. They would curse my name. They would despise me to the point of obsession. The thought of me would take over their lives, controlling their every being with the hate they've let consume them. They would be puppets, being pulled on the same strings they desperately try to strangle me with. Their attempts are futile, because their motive is futile. The only thing humans can do with hate, is destroy yourselves and the people who care about you.

guess who gets to add Doritos Locos Tacos to "Things I Have Accidentlly Snorted List"

My child, one day you will look back and realize just how many things knowledge has robbed you of.

I am neither child friendly nor friendly to child. Which, kind of makes me a prick, but maybe I wouldn't be so bad with them if people stop making me participate in their plays. They're children's plays. I'm tired of those adorable little gremlins making me so their dirty work. They're bones are elongating and fusing together at horrifying speeds as their flesh strains to prevent a series of mutilated muscles. In time they will tower over me as my mortal form crumbles.

To which their own

Their face of stone

The heart liquifies