tori⭑spring

Why do people even bother talking to me?

[tor1spirng]

**Tori **It’s almost three in the morning.

I should probably be asleep like a normal human being, but apparently my brain has decided that 2 AM is the perfect time to start thinking about everything.

The house is quiet now.

My parents stopped arguing earlier and now it’s that weird silence afterwards where everything feels slightly tense, like the walls are still remembering the shouting.

Nighttime is strange like that.

During the day the world feels loud and chaotic and full of people trying way too hard to exist. Everyone talking over each other, rushing around like something extremely important is happening.

But at night it all just… stops.

No hallway noise.

No teachers explaining things nobody cares about.

No people pretending they understand maths.

Just silence.

I think this is the only time the world feels honest.

Earlier today I kept noticing how everyone at school seemed obsessed with tiny things. Someone started a random rumour about two people dating and suddenly half the year group was discussing it like it was international news.

Then someone else mentioned a stupid Tumblr trend and suddenly everyone was trying to copy it.

It’s strange how quickly people latch onto things.

It’s like everyone is constantly looking for something to fill the empty space in their brains.

Something to talk about.

Something to focus on.

Because if there isn’t something new or dramatic happening, people start to realise how boring everything actually is.

Which might be why school feels like a giant loop.

Same corridors.

Same conversations.

Same jokes repeated over and over until they stop being funny.

Maybe that’s why the smallest unusual thing suddenly becomes a massive deal.

Not because it matters.

Just because it’s different.

Also, apparently people now think Michael and I are dating.

Which is strange, because I don’t remember signing any official paperwork confirming that.

Not that I’m denying it.

It’s just weird how quickly people decide things about your life and then treat it like a confirmed fact.

Michael texted me earlier with another completely ridiculous theory about something. I didn’t even fully read it because I know how those messages go.

Step one: Michael has a theory.

Step two: the theory gets more complicated.

Step three: somehow it involves half the school in a secret plot.

I admire the creativity, honestly.

Although if we are dating, that probably explains why he sends me conspiracy theories at midnight like it’s normal behaviour.

Right now the whole world feels very far away.

There’s a car passing outside every few minutes and the fridge in the kitchen keeps making that quiet humming noise. Other than that everything is completely still.

It almost feels peaceful.

Which probably means tomorrow will be loud and chaotic again.

That seems to be how things work.

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Thought of the Night

Sometimes people don’t actually care about the things they’re talking about.

They just don’t want to sit in silence long enough to realise they’re bored.

[tor1spirng]

Today has been one of those days where nothing important happens and yet somehow it still manages to be exhausting.

School was the usual parade of loud conversations, unnecessary drama, and people acting like whatever they’re talking about is the most important thing in the universe. I don’t understand how everyone has so much energy for things that don’t matter.

It’s honestly impressive.

Of course the only actually interesting thing today was the Solitaire prank.

When everyone got to school this morning, there were playing cards taped everywhere.

Not in obvious places either.

Inside lockers.

Under desks.

On the back of bathroom doors.

In textbooks.

On the ceiling of one of the hallways.

Every single card was from a solitaire deck, but they weren’t random. They were arranged in little solitaire layouts all over the school.

Someone even built a full solitaire game on the floor of the library using cards.

The librarians were not pleased.

Teachers kept pulling cards off walls all day like they were cleaning up after some bizarre card tornado. Every time someone removed one, another student would find a different set somewhere else.

At one point someone found a king of hearts taped to the headmaster’s office door.

Which is honestly the funniest thing that’s happened all week.

Nobody knows who did it.

Which means everyone is blaming Solitaire again.

At this point Solitaire has become less of a person and more of a school legend. Something weird happens and everyone just shrugs and goes “Yeah, probably Solitaire.”

I’m starting to think half the school secretly wants it to keep happening just so something interesting exists here.

Because otherwise this place would be unbelievably boring.

Anyway.

Home is exactly as peaceful as you’d expect.

My parents have been arguing for the past two hours about something incredibly important like whose fault it is that the washing machine sounds weird. I stopped listening after the first fifteen minutes.

Michael has been sending me messages all evening claiming he has “new evidence” about Solitaire.

His evidence is that the king of hearts means something symbolic.

I didn’t ask what it symbolises because I know I’ll regret the answer.

Sometimes I think Michael’s brain is powered entirely by chaos.

Honestly, it’s kind of impressive.

Right now I’m sitting in my room doing absolutely nothing, which is probably the most productive part of my day.

Outside it’s completely dark and quiet, which feels weird after how loud school was earlier.

Nighttime is the only part of the day where everything finally stops shouting for a few hours.

It’s peaceful.

Not that it lasts.

Tomorrow everyone will probably go back to pretending they care about homework and gossip and whatever pointless thing is trending this week.

But for one day at least, the entire school was covered in playing cards.

Which, I’ll admit, was mildly entertaining.

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Thought of the Day

If one small prank can distract an entire school for a whole day…

maybe everyone was bored to begin with.

[tor1spirng]

Ask questions about me. I’ll be honest.

I’m bored.

[tor1spirng]

Today was strange.

Not unusual strange. Just the regular background level of human stupidity mixed with the lingering ghost of Solitaire. Which, if you ask me, is already too much chaos for one school.

Today’s Solitaire prank was subtle. Almost disappointingly subtle.

When everyone arrived at school this morning, every single classroom clock had been changed so they were all different times. Not wildly different. Just slightly off. Two minutes here. Seven minutes there. One clock running backwards for no reason whatsoever.

Teachers kept arguing with each other about what time it was.

Students kept leaving class early because their clock said it was time.

At one point a teacher actually said,

“Why is time broken today?”

Honestly, a fair question.

Nobody claimed the prank. Nobody admitted anything. And by lunch the clocks were quietly fixed like nothing happened.

Which obviously means Solitaire.

The weird thing about Solitaire is that nobody ever talks about it directly. Everyone just pretends it’s a normal part of life now. Like rain. Or taxes. Or the crushing disappointment of existing.

Anyway.

School was loud today. Too many people laughing about things that weren’t funny. Too many people caring about things that don’t matter.

Michael spent lunch talking about conspiracy theories again. Apparently he thinks one of the teachers is secretly running Solitaire.

He might not be wrong.

Or maybe everyone is running Solitaire.

Maybe chaos is just contagious.

Either way, it’s mildly entertaining.

Thought of the Day:

People say they want excitement.

But the moment something interesting actually happens, everyone panics and demands normality again.

Which is probably why normal life is so boring.

Anyway.

It’s 9 PM.

My parents are arguing downstairs again.

Michael is probably planning something stupid.

And somewhere out there, someone is probably already preparing tomorrow’s prank.

I guess we’ll see.

[tor1spirng]

12:12am

Everyone else in the house is asleep.

Or pretending to be.

The strange thing about midnight is that everything suddenly feels louder.

The fridge humming.

The pipes in the walls.

The sound of someone turning over in bed two rooms away.

During the day the world is full of noise and expectations and conversations you didn’t ask to be part of.

At midnight everything is just… existing.

I played Solitaire again tonight.

I like Solitaire because the rules make sense.

You move the cards in the right order and eventually something works.

Real life doesn’t have instructions like that.

Anyway.

It’s 12:12am and the house feels like a museum where all the exhibits are asleep.

I should probably sleep too.

But the quiet is kind of nice.

[tor1spirng]

Ask me questions. I’m bored.

[chronic-pessimist]

Thought for the day: Do you think that, if we were happy for our entire lives, we would die feeling like we'd missed out on something?

i don’t really know

[tor1spirng]

Today’s observation:

I played Solitaire for three hours today.

Not the shitty Solitaire group.

Just the card game.

You would think stacking digital cards would feel pointless.

And it is.

But at least the cards don’t talk to me.

People, unfortunately, do.

My parents are arguing downstairs again. It’s like background music but less relaxing. I tried listening to music to drown it out but then the music started sounding dramatic, like the soundtrack to a tragic indie film about a girl who spends too much time staring at the ceiling.

Which is frankly rude.

Anyway, I won Solitaire twice.

That feels like the only productive thing that happened today.

I might play again.

The cards understand me.

[tor1spirng]

everyone keeps pretending everything is normal.

it isn’t.

[tor1spirng]

I watched two people argue about a chair today.

Humanity is fascinating in the worst possible way.