Yandere_Theory
yo silverstein, hire me to help run spencers dude. ya'll in the red wtf
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Just one of those nights I guess. Something dumb went down between me and someone I thought was my friend. Getting shit on for playing Vr doesn't bother me, but sometimes I do sit and wonder if I'm doing it all wrong. Generation Z makes me feel old. The 90s had things and the 2000s had more. More sense when I was born, less fun now. Doom and gloom isn't what I'm setting up. Maybe it's the cold making the anxiety creep back in. In 2002, I lived in a different state. Thinking of it now, there was a basement to the house I was afraid to explore. Before my parents split, they would walk me down the stairs because I was so afraid. It's wasn't just the fear though. There was a soul trapped in that house. During autumn when the foliage was at its highest, the house from the view of the backyard looked depressing. Every night I would sit on a couch in the middle of the basement, the feeling of sadness filled the atmosphere. We had a clock that ran on a couple of batteries.
Every week, the clock would stop. The batteries would have to be replaced. There was no voices, no footsteps. The television did not shut off. But that clock that was on the wall would stop working. Just like how time stops as I sit in a virtual world and no players are present. You begin to feel stuck. Falling behind at every step. My body gets chills, my heart flutters. A week of bullshit already does something to your mind as it is. Fridays are supposed to be fridays. Nights of something at least. Synthetic sugar, a fakeness to my smile. What matters is the full moon tonight. Nothing else. If I'm going to be sad, let it be in the dim light under the stars in the cold hugged by the dark.
Every week, the clock would stop. The batteries would have to be replaced. There was no voices, no footsteps. The television did not shut off. But that clock that was on the wall would stop working. Just like how time stops as I sit in a virtual world and no players are present. You begin to feel stuck. Falling behind at every step. My body gets chills, my heart flutters. A week of bullshit already does something to your mind as it is. Fridays are supposed to be fridays. Nights of something at least. Synthetic sugar, a fakeness to my smile. What matters is the full moon tonight. Nothing else. If I'm going to be sad, let it be in the dim light under the stars in the cold hugged by the dark.
