May 14, 2018
I've been thinking about this person the whole day and she just sent me a message what does this mean
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I've been thinking about this person the whole day and she just sent me a message what does this mean
Was no one gonna tell me about how good it feels to put all my soul crushing, overwhelming thoughts down on paper in my little leather bound journal? Because I have just spent the last hour writing down all the things that have been weighing on me for the past two days and now I feel like I can face the world again.
So in Weeping Cedars S01, with episode 18 for the news at night, it said that Bob and Margaret Dryer, the Green Hill Society head, died in a train accident, around the same time when six other people died.
Then in S02, October 29, 2020, we hear a recoding of them dying. It was just before the radio station was attacked by that guy.
Maybe you could want me first. Maybe, without needing me, you'll just like seeing me, like being in my presence. Then maybe you'll hang around. Maybe you'd ask someone to make an excuse or come up with ridiculous reasons yourself to be around me. Maybe I could get used to you, step by step, but certainly. Maybe you could make me laugh. Maybe you'd enjoy that. And when I'm feeling like about to explode, maybe you'd just know how to soothe me. Maybe you'd like me, whatever form, however I'm feeling or acting. Maybe you'll learn to recognize my ticks and understand me like no other person could. Maybe you'd love me, when all the rest of them judges. And maybe, finally, you'd make believe you're something different.
Can I want you then? And then when I get used to having you as a constant, maybe I could be allowed to need you. Maybe you'd like that. Maybe you'd love it. Maybe, just maybe, we could be want to be together.
Maybe I should write a book.
It’s getting creepy.. everything I order online since the corona stuff started... arrives early. Most recent example: I ordered something ast night that should arrive on Wednesday the earliest... for an email it’ll be there tomorrow.
Meanwhile mum ordered something’s it’s the same post service a week ago.. and it still ahnst arrived??
Me, slathering myself with essential oils: Be happy, dammit.
Just a heads up. NEW PAGE OF FALLEN HUMANS TOMORROW AT 5PM!!