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And as the title suggest, I found something while cleaning up my files in my laptop.
I have here some killjoy stories that were never read before. They are actually the stories based from MCRdeviantClub's Killjoy text meme (found here:mcrdeviantclub.deviantart.com/…). Now, the Killjoy era has passed and I don't really want to post them in my gallery but hey, it'd be nice to get them read before I'd totally forget about them.
So, this one's for all of you rock n' rollers, all you crash queens and motor babies.
Mousekat Surveillance will appear in my journal for some weeks with killjoy stories that I've wrote probably when I was bored/sleepless/high/delusional.
Apparently, some of the stories need more characters and I don't have much characters so if you'd want your killjoy oc to be a part of my little insanity, I'd love to write for your killjoy. :]
Mousekat Surveillance will be on tomorrow, the aftermath is secondary.
I have here some killjoy stories that were never read before. They are actually the stories based from MCRdeviantClub's Killjoy text meme (found here:mcrdeviantclub.deviantart.com/…). Now, the Killjoy era has passed and I don't really want to post them in my gallery but hey, it'd be nice to get them read before I'd totally forget about them.
So, this one's for all of you rock n' rollers, all you crash queens and motor babies.
Mousekat Surveillance will appear in my journal for some weeks with killjoy stories that I've wrote probably when I was bored/sleepless/high/delusional.
Apparently, some of the stories need more characters and I don't have much characters so if you'd want your killjoy oc to be a part of my little insanity, I'd love to write for your killjoy. :]
Mousekat Surveillance will be on tomorrow, the aftermath is secondary.
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I've got nowhere to go so here I am, as if in my teenaged angst once more, writing my way out of the emotions I'm feeling. Let me start by saying how much I hate that I have to use "I" or "me" or "myself" to distinguish this life I'm inhabiting. Because even if the feelings seem visceral, the experience is like plunging into swimming pool water and watching the events unfold as the chlorine stings. I have no friends. At least, in the sense that I've no one I can readily talk to. At least, in the sense that I've no one who I won't feel bad telling them I am going through shit and I don't want to be alone. At least, in the sense that I don't have to downplay what I'm actually going through in hopes of not sounding so self-centered and weak. So, here I am... writing this instead of doing actual work or something. At a time where we're all fucked and should be mourning humanity, I hurt not because of bigger things but because of things directly affecting me. Add in the cycle of mania
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at this point, i am just writing again to occupy the self and not let it be harmed in any way. bit of a struggle to be honest but i'll take whatever improvement there is.
On my way
The more I think about it, the more I realize it’s true. My twenties rage is dying out. It’s churning, turning into soft, soft bones that just yearn to be content rather than to be of worth.
I’ve come to terms that I’m not going to find worth into the things that I’m trying to make sense of. The world is in a disarray as I am in this disarray of one. I’ve peace knowing chaos. For now, I want to be content. I want to be content of myself, of who and what I am, where I am, and why I am right now in my life.
Growing soft in this twenties rage isn’t such a bad thing, I suppose. I’m no longer mad and
spoken words
I've written something I want to be read out loud. I really want to do it but I don't speak much that my voice is monotonous and just plain ugly.
Anyone know how?
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I'd love to read them.
And you can always use Sky and Dis if you want.
And you can always use Sky and Dis if you want.