THERE WAS A HUGE BUG CASUALLY WALKING ACROSS MY WALL AND IT’S FUCKING 3 AM SO NATURALLY MY FIRST THOUGHT WAS I’M GOING TO SPY ROLL OFF OF THIS BED, GRAB MY NERF GUN FROM MY CLOSET, AND SHOOT THAT FUCKING BUG DEAD. AND I DID. I DID IT. I SHOT THE BUG. I KILLED THE BUG. IN ONE SHOT. AND I SPY ROLLED OFF OF MY BED. THEN AFTER SEEING I KILLED IT, THERE WAS A SECOND, SMALLER BUG, SO I JUST WALKED OVER TO IT AND SMASHED IT WITH MY HAND.
GUYS I HAVE SPENT THE BETTER HALF OF TWO YEARS DOING THINGS IRONICALLY OR DOING INTERESTING, WEIRD THINGS HOPING I COULD POST THEM ON THE INTERNET. BUT THIS. THIS IS IT. THIS IS IT. I HAVE NEVER DONE SOMETHING THIS COOL.
There are times when I just want to delete my RP without telling anyone.
Because sometimes I look at that main page and I hate it, REALLY hate it. The characters, the plot, everything seems so… URGH. I don’t know how to make it better and it makes me frustrated as hell, but everyone would hate me and I live to please so I just keep on making new characters. And then I come on my personal, reblog three thousand different graphics, or read fanfiction and go back to writing like nothing happened. For a while, it’s fun again and I love it.