Why Did I Write This - Tumblr Posts - Page 2
This is Bud. First oc I will post on a social media thingy.
water is like, literally the peak of drinking. it's like "oh my! a cool glass of water! how pleasant. what's this? ah, a cup of room temperature water! how nice! wow, ice cold water! amazing! this water's been here for a day. the dust adds great flavor!" you literally can't top it.
You knew it was only a matter of time before the time came.
They came for you while you were walking home from work. Threw a bag over your head, slapped cuffs on your wrists, and threw you into the back of a van. The ride is bumpy and fast; one of them has a foot wedged against your side to hold you down on the floor. It hurts, but you know that complaining won't change a thing.
The ride is over eventually. They haul you up. You're tossed over someone's thick, beefy shoulder and taken somewhere. Inside, based on the crunch of gravel giving way to the slap of shoes against wood.
You are roughly plopped down into a chair, and the bag is finally removed. You've been placed in a nicely furnished office. It's dimly lit by light slanting in through a blind-covered window. It gives the room a dusky atmosphere and obscured nearly everything. Before you is the vague block of a desk, and behind it, the blob of a chair.
You remember this office.
This is where you had to beg for more time to pay back your loan. It was humiliating, but it worked. It won't work this time. Your heart begins to pound, because you know why you're here.
Time is up.
The chair creaks loudly as it turns around. A chill runs down your spine as a hand reaches out to click on the desk lamp. The light blinds you for a moment, and as you blink and squint your eyes, you see white-gloved fingers tapping an impatient rhythm on the desk. Your gaze trails up the arm, past the crooked mustache and large nose, to the cold, merciless eyes that was staring into your very soul.
It's him. Waluigi.
The Waa-father.
Do you know the feeling like when you don't know if your friends are your real friends, like I ask me sometimes are they really my friends or feel they just sorry for me.
Because I don't write them because I don't want to annoy them but they don't write me to, so either they also don't want to annoy me or they just hate me and don't want to be actual friends with me. Like I know my "friends" for about 4 years now and I don't know if I am being annoyning or something or am I ok? Like I don't know?! How tf should I know how to interact with humans, for human interaction I have my daydreaming and fan-fics. My dad says I should not tell myself all the time that I hate humans because the human body needs other humans...but sorry dad just you say also to me that I should go and Do sports when I lay half dead on the couch and you insult my mother over the fucking Phone because of your damn fight with her. You ask why they fight? I DON'T FUCKING KNOW ANYMOR! Like yeah money is Important but mental health also. And then my dad says ,,yeah I don't know why why fight" maybe because you insult her when she do's something. Like you are both divorced. And your eldest son went to Therapie your middle daughter goes to Therapie and maybe your third daughter geschrieben to Therapie I don't know!
...how did I came from friends to my parents?
Im sorry for the person to read that just I had to write because tomorrow is the birthday of my little sister and my parents see each other for an hour not just over Text.
So thank you for reading this and I'm sorry that you read that because I don't wanna bother you with my problems.
Soooo good night I guess?
Dear Candyman,
My dear sweet Candyman, I’m so sorry but I am unable to celebrate your birthday today. For I have horrible pain in my body which makes me unable to draw something for you on this day. I also am unable to since I am exhausted from being out at the mall all day and for other issues. I truly hope you and my wonderful followers accept this apology. I will try my very best to make up for this.
Yours truly,
STARTIXX
XOXO