It's raining. Weather forecast sez 1 week of rain. It's 3:18am. I've been outside for about 2 hours. I run. I kick. I jump. I land. I try not to fall.
I hear sounds but it's always in my imagination. I saw a cat. I crossed a small river in the dark on what was left of a bridge.
There are no people in the streets. Some railroad workers. Shitty job. 1 bike. Behind me. I found so many places. Dunno where I was always.
I have no friends. I don't mind. But I am losing it. This place is a mess and I have nothing scheduled.
There is a guy online who plants subliminal messages into the conversations. I doubt he is real. Will they think I'm weird now? Idk... I deleted all my images and stuff. A girl wrote. From before. I had changed. I sent her the wrong post. Then I posted random ascii to obscure it
i read very old letters I sent to strangers. nuts. but not all. stuff comes up. stuff i could write now. but had forgotten
there is to reality. it's a defense mechanism
will I die? idk
i will fight if I will die
i just.... i hate ppl all day. it's all i do. in a day. it takes all time