One Day

One day and things change, morph, dissolve.

What did I feel before?
It's gone now.

I think it would be a good idea, theoretically, so that we could keep together at least a little bit, but I'm still trying to control it....

Imma gonna stab myself in the head with a pair o scissors
wait
too late
tis done

ow

You don't really know me
are the words
i dreaded
most
now i am sure
that things
are breaking
crushed by
us

A New Kind Of Death

I was always afraid. Afraid of things changing, of me losing valuable things.
My fears became reality.
I lost you. I lost Sarah. I lost myself.

No one wins in this battle of emotions.
I lost. You lost. Everything is gone.

It's taking every ounce of self control I currently possess to not just stand up and walk out the door, directly to your window so we can talk. Words like this do emotions so strong no justice.

I want to show you all the secrets I've been keeping, but am afraid that they won't be safe or repaid by your secrets.


But the thing that terrifies me most of all is losing you, or anyone, because of a thought I unleash.


I've created too many walls, and no bridges.
The words I say are afraid of hurting another person listening to them. And so I stop speaking.




I sit here for ten minutes, doing no action. Producing nothing.




What now?
This has been a cruel tug-a-war between two people, both refusing to completely let go. And now we've stopped pulling.

Are you CooCoo for Coco Puffs?
Are you CooCoo for Christ?
-Bill and other guys

I'm trying to shoot zombies and you're texting!
-Nick

Your Words Are Meaningless To Me

Does it really matter if you say anything on the internet? Sure, it came from your fingers, or that's what we're all assuming, anyways, but it could be anything. I could type anything I want and not mean a word of it. It's called lying. It's so easy to do on the internet. Pretend you're heartless. Pretend you hate them. Pretend you care about them.

Really all those things you say really don't matter. So stop saying them.

Life is what counts. If you ignore me in the real world, I'll disregard you in the internet world. Really, do you care? Or are you just saying those things because you don't have to look me in the eye and lie?

Lying is much easier when you don't have to look at the person you're lying to.

When you're lying to everyone, even yourself.

Raining...

Bianca Scott

Bela, who are these people?

Eddie Hilpert

we are her wonderful shoulder pixies ;D

Bianca Scott

D:

Eddie Hilpert

teehee. we're not as insane as we sound

THIS IS NOT IT

And thus the river of sadness overflows

Can't I just cry and get it all over with already?

No. Apparently not.

And that essay, it isn't something I can get away from. You can't escape memories. Memories shall forever haunt me.

When I said goodbye, I wanted to go over there, say goodbye with a hug, too, but suddenly I was filled with an intense sadness

I won't explain it here, no one could ever understand

I really shouldn't be left alone, but it really isn't an option

Especially when I want to be alone

but that is perhaps the most dangerous of them all

I really am being left alone

WHY CAN'T I JUST CRY AND GET IT OVER WITH

WHY CAN'T I JUST WRITE A FUCKING ESSAY AND CRY AGAIN AND GET IT OVER WITH

WHY CAN'T I JUST STOP

just stop

we're being replaced

I'm being replaced

you're being replaced

and it's all over for us now

God Dammit

I'm never really included in any of that, am I?

Or any of anything, for that matter.

Hallucinating is fun, especially when you don't know why all the shiny lines are surrounding your vision and your mother is watching you be entranced by them.

We steal crayons from 3 year olds.

The Fancy Pants Adventure Walkthrough Guide, Review, Discussion, Hints and Tips at Jay is Games

The Fancy Pants Adventure Walkthrough Guide, Review, Discussion, Hints and Tips at Jay is Games

Deathly Afraid

I am terrified of sarcasm on the internet.

Because you never know if it's there or not. 

And if you guess wrong, they make fun of you. Or think you're stupid.