#journal entry 17

[stuckintmrw]

i been walking with this IV like

its my gf but this bitch make

my arm heart. is she helping

or hurting me.

[emmathegalaxygirl]

III ⬝ XXV ⬝ MMXX

Damn.

And just when I thought I was getting over you.

Just when I thought I was moving on.

You come back.

You break up with her.

Or she breaks up with you.

I don’t even know her name.

But you come back.

And you’re still back to your flirty self.

And I can’t help but fall again.

No matter how many times I tell myself,

It’s bad for me,

I can’t,

You live in fucking Hawaii.

But then,

That “Atta girl!”

Makes my heart lurch.

And I want to kiss your face.

Fuck.

[mylittle-babe]

May 13th, 2018

It has been an alright week. Shannon is doing better, it was a hectic few days, but I think she is really starting to perk up. She eats her salad like a champ, and we have a friend who is able to help administer her fluids, so thats awesome. 

Me and daddy had play time the other day, and it just set my heart on fire. We woke up from a nap, and I told him that his mom wasnt home, and we had some amazing playtime. I love feeling him inside me, feeling so close to the one who stole my heart.

Admittedly, the longer we are together, I wonder if he ever thinks about wanting to take it to a new level. Even like a promise ring or something. I know we are super strapped for money right now, but hes also been super selfish lately. Like I am broke as a joke because of this whole Shannon thing, and he had an entire paycheck he blew on food, not eating the lunch I took time every morning to pack for him. It makes me feel super sad, and hurts my feelings.

On a happier note though, I have been crafting a ton. I made tons of little bunny keychains for my little girl. I totally plan on selling these once I have myself up and running, and I have more things made. I might even consider doing a craft show or something.

Wish me luck!

[averagetadstrange]

Journal Update! Entry 17

It’s up! Here’s the link!

Entry 17

I think our mysterious baker is just wonderful! Maybe I shall ask her to run the soon-to-come official Gravity Falls Bakery! I bet Jeff and the gnomes would just love to meet her.

[malcolmbuck]

1:22 PM September 13

According to Etrius, I broke the rules. I went out after dark to take out the trash. I ran to the video store so I had an excuse to stay inside. I have started seeing things, red lights in the dark, shadows moving beyond my windows. Things in my mirror. I cut my finger while chopping onions the other day. That was the bleeding. I am afraid. Vela, Etrius, Mal... Mal is dead, I think. What is going on? Please...

[cutandbledink]

1 July, Evening

The frequency of the gifts He sends has thankfully not become more than expected. Robert tells me He will return, though when I haven't the slightest indication of.

We are growing more impatient, though I have no idea why. Perhaps my interactions with Finn have grown into something we do not like? I cannot fathom another reason. We are tricky to comprehend.

I've decided to meet with Peter today, since he is always a delight to be around. Conversations with him are refreshing. Silence with well known gestures to give qualification towards. It thrills me to have someone who cares so meticulously and methodically about their words just as I do.

Felix is firm, but he can say what he likes and add clarification with his voice. Peter has to choose from his wide array of actions what he correctly wishes to convey, and I admire the equal dedication.

I have learned more of Felix's flaws. He has always been difficult to comprehend, though he maintains the soul of a loyal being who would perish rather than see things fall apart around him. Those loyalties while complimenting also accent his growing need for comfirmation and attention. I understand this well, though his desires stay true to his experiences and performances.

However, that loyalty changes into something akin to doting when it comes to Doll Face. She is so young and unbelievably innocent that even my difficult reactions to the fear of rejection and secracy have made her confused, as their true meaning blows over her pretty little mind.

She always speaks in a simple yet befuddling jargon, though I take it as the effect of being secluded from the reality by baffoons. He never tries to change her, and sometimes even copies her odd language to better communicate. I could never understand her quite like Felix, the same being for everyone else. He cares far too much for her, like the older brother should.

To her, I am an interest, a form of entertainment, and I observe her mahogany gaze as she searches my form for and to comprehend. She questions us, and I still have yet to explain, because such complicated details stem from us. I would love to one day, because such a tale brings delight to tell. Perhaps another day I will do the same for this task.

In any case, when I went to meet with them, I found myself the subject of her desires. She wished to see me, to be entertained by me, though she didn't quite specifiy. Felix was concerned, and when I questioned why, he explained.

She didn't want me to entertain her. She wanted us.

I'm not the play thing people desire in every day. I am a mere being with us to contend to. We are what I am and what I deal with, as well as what I live with. I am not what people care about. We are.

And Doll Face had no clue what her words meant to me. A pain reached my soul, one I hadn't felt since a time before my existence. I feel disconnected from us, though we have held far and firm.

Perhaps I require this visit to Peter's house more than I have implied. I will travel with flight at my front, as I let this go off.

-Nife