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hello! my name is beri. i got tumblr to talk with my friends and foes. that's all you need to know.
also, all tags are under this post for simplicity .
oh. mother's day was a few days ago. is there, like, an aunt's day? i've lost track of how long it's been. at least i got games on my phone. and a calendar!
i hear they're making me a strawpage soon... whatever that means.
a little birdie told me they fucking forgot all about that.
i hear they're making me a strawpage soon... whatever that means.
i really do fucking love the train. i sit it goes we arrive etc
see, when i was with my aunt, i wasn't alone. i was never alone. i had no opportunities to feel lonely. it was just me and her living there. her house was so big yet it made me feel so trapped. she was simultaneously overbearing and distant. i can't blame her, i suppose.
morals don't matter, anyway. who cares if i'm good or bad? i'll rot here all the same. if my body is discovered, they will never learn of my hypocrisy, nor the things i've done wrong.
is it wrong to feel a little lonely after craving solitude for so long? this is what i wanted. why aren't i happy?
it is loneliness, even with the knowledge of that thing in the house. it's been with me for all of my life and yet it doesn't know a single thing about me.
is it wrong to feel a little lonely after craving solitude for so long? this is what i wanted. why aren't i happy?
whats so wrong with wishing people would die
it actually kind of sucks to be stuck on a floating chunk of field with pretty much nothing but this awful website. i have a few other sites on my phone, actually, but...
ah, to top it all off, i don't know anybody!
it actually kind of sucks to be stuck on a floating chunk of field with pretty much nothing but this awful website. i have a few other sites on my phone, actually, but...
it's lonely out here. i still haven't gathered the courage to go into the house. i'd rather be lonely than face whatever's in there.
no train. sometimes i think i can hear it when i'm half asleep, but then again, i've never actually heard a train before.
we were in the basement of that house, i think. me and aurora and heebee. i'm not sure how to describe it, but sometimes it feels like it takes an eternity to start... doing things again. like we just sat there, and no time passed, but time did pass. weird stuff. i'm not sure if they felt it, but nobody acknowledged it!
i digress. it was in the middle of one of these silent eternities when i suddenly felt myself being wrenched out of the basement, out of that house, out of the world. i don't know if i'll see any of them again.
i should be grateful. that place made me sick to my stomach. but i'm not, because it feels like here i have no chance of escaping.
i am still in a field. i am standing outside of a house. is it the same house? looks like it.
i don't want to go in.
there is something.. someone? watching me. i know it.
i'm not alone here.
i am never alone.
the field isn't infinite. in fact, i can see the edge from where i'm sitting. looks like we're floating, or something. i wonder what would happen if i jumped off.
it's the field, the house, and. oh! something new! that's right.
train tracks. those are infinite, i think.
maybe a train will come soon.
maybe i can finally be free.
we were in the basement of that house, i think. me and aurora and heebee. i'm not sure how to describe it, but sometimes it feels like it takes an eternity to start... doing things again. like we just sat there, and no time passed, but time did pass. weird stuff. i'm not sure if they felt it, but nobody acknowledged it!
i digress. it was in the middle of one of these silent eternities when i suddenly felt myself being wrenched out of the basement, out of that house, out of the world. i don't know if i'll see any of them again.