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An entry from I CHANGE WITH THE SEASONS
Spring
I am calm. I have faith in my own decisions. Aesthetic is unattainable.
Summer
I am stressed. I forget responsibility. Aesthetic is virtually everywhere.
Autumn
I am indifferent. I leave many things unfinished. Aesthetic
Winter
I am
An entry from THIS IS ME APOLOGIZING
I know you don’t want to spend your time reading anything I have to say. I’ll make sure to make this short. Just as short as the amount of time I want to keep breathing.
Okay.
I’m sorry. You. Right now. Reading this.
Im sorry.
I’m sorry for not being what you wanted.
I’m sorry for failing to comfort you.
I’m sorry for being me. I get it. I hate myself too.
So my apologies to whoever is reading this. I’m sorry for entering your life. I might as well just leave altogether.
An entry from MONOPOLY ISN’T DEATH’S FAVORITE REASON FOR GAME NIGHT
Y’know when you do something? And then everything goes horribly wrong? You wish you could turn back the clock, change the past and make it all better.
But you can’t.
I always hoped I would get some superpower that would let me go back in time and everything would be okay again.
But hope does not change reality.
Reality is a sick and twisted game that everyone is forced to play. And the sad truth is that some get to forfeit.
But at what cost?
As you finally find the exit of reality’s roller coaster, you learn that the only way to really leave is to sacrifice the only thing that is forcing you to keep going.
Your life.
Many a time I have considered getting off this train of time and space early. By sacrificing my gamepiece. Yet I haven’t. Why is that? I have the choice to leave, yet I stay. It’s certainly not because I want to.
It’s because what I wish to gain from making a mad dash through the nearest exit is not being gone. It’s seeing the game as everyone else plays it. Just without me.
But I can’t do that.
So I ultimately have no choice but to keep playing life’s deadly game.
Reality.
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