I am Jack's complete lack of surprise.

I don’t like feeling like a jerk. I don’t like that I should have to feel this way.

I don’t like being an asshole for something I didn’t do, that happened months ago, something I have absolutely no responsibility for whatsoever and shouldn’t be held accountable no matter how I feel about it.

I don’t like people stomping all over me. I don’t like that I need to suppress myself.

I guess I’m being selfish, but I don’t know.

sen10r:

sicklikeasailor:

sen10r:

WARNING, POSSIBLY? DO NOT READ.

“A man, at about the age of 30 went to a hotel and walked up to the front desk to check-in. The woman at the desk gave him his key and all, and told him that on the way to his room, there was a door with no number that was locked and no one was allowed in there. So he went to his room, and went to bed. The next night he was curious as to what was in the room, so he walked down the hall to where it was and of course tried the handle. Sure enough it was locked. So he bent down and looked through the keyhole. What he saw was a hotel bedroom and in the corner was a woman whose skin was completely white. She was leaning up against a wall and her head was facing the wall. He stared in confusion for a while then went back to his room. The next day, he went back to the room and looked through the keyhole. This time, all he saw was redness. He couldn’t make anything out besides a distinct red color, un-moving. 

At this point he was confused and a little freaked out. He went to the front desk and asked the lady about the room. She sighed and said, “Did you look through the keyhole?” The man told her that he had and the lady said, “Well, I might as well tell you the story. A long time ago, a man murdered his wife in that room, and her ghost haunts it. But these people were not ordinary. They were white all over, except for their eyes, which are red.”“

Dude. The last one you posted scared the hell out of me; I find this one just too funny. xD

Oh my gosh. xD 
Did the other one scare you because of the knocks? I thought it was creepy until I saw “WITNESS”  xDD

The witness thing actually is what got me. xD

I think the scariest Creepypasta I ever read was this one about some orphanage in Eastern Europe, or something, where one of the kids turned out to be a huge monster or something!

Or one where there’s the guy looking out the window at some creepy guy and it turns out he’s behind him. xD

Or the weird ones that tell you to do stuff like looking in the mirror, pull out one of your hairs, measure it quickly as possible, and then it’s just like “never turn your back to that mirror ever again.”

xD

Or the ones where they talk about like the something thousand pieces of some creepy artifact, where there’s all these directions for finding them.

I remember last summer I read a whole bunch of Creepypasta in one day and couldn’t sleep for like a month. xD

sen10r:

WARNING, POSSIBLY? DO NOT READ.

“A man, at about the age of 30 went to a hotel and walked up to the front desk to check-in. The woman at the desk gave him his key and all, and told him that on the way to his room, there was a door with no number that was locked and no one was allowed in there. So he went to his room, and went to bed. The next night he was curious as to what was in the room, so he walked down the hall to where it was and of course tried the handle. Sure enough it was locked. So he bent down and looked through the keyhole. What he saw was a hotel bedroom and in the corner was a woman whose skin was completely white. She was leaning up against a wall and her head was facing the wall. He stared in confusion for a while then went back to his room. The next day, he went back to the room and looked through the keyhole. This time, all he saw was redness. He couldn’t make anything out besides a distinct red color, un-moving. 

At this point he was confused and a little freaked out. He went to the front desk and asked the lady about the room. She sighed and said, “Did you look through the keyhole?” The man told her that he had and the lady said, “Well, I might as well tell you the story. A long time ago, a man murdered his wife in that room, and her ghost haunts it. But these people were not ordinary. They were white all over, except for their eyes, which are red.”“

Dude. The last one you posted scared the hell out of me; I find this one just too funny. xD

Again, maybe I’m just a really bad replacement for myself, and I don’t even know it.

So, right now, I’m going to write stuff about myself that is NOT INCREDIBLY DOWN ON MYSELF and you’re going to like it.

Motherfucker.

Let’s see. Let’s see.

Tomorrow is Friday. Holy shit, I need a Friday. 14 hours of sleep in the past 4 days haha WOO. Not. Plus, I think I’m getting sick. Not cool. I kept having to clear my throat today and my spit was coming out golden brown. :/ Not a good sign. Doesn’t help what with the deluge of fucking homework, or maybe the two correlate.

JESUS TITTYFUCKING CHRIST, I need to do something fun. I want to organize something for Sunday, so I don’t go crazy sad that I’m alone. Except all anyone wants to fucking do is watch Inglourious Basterds and I REALLY DON’T WANT TO SEE IT WITH PEOPLE WHO HAVE SEEN IT 4 TIMES KDNGVak;bvn a;ubnvl. And then there’s nothing to do at my house and it’s a fucking mess here anyway. Maybe I could get people together for lunch? I don’t know. I’ll talk to Zach, I think.

BRACES IN ONLY ONE WEEK OH DEAR. I kind of don’t care! Wow! I just want to get them in and get back to school. The dentist said I might have teeth pulled today, and I told my mom and she was like “FUCK NAH YOU HAVE A DANCE TO GO TO”. Kinda. Not exactly like that.

Sort of like that. My mom is really cool.

I WANT A PS3. They have the new Slim ones. And I want to get Batman on it. And Metal Gear. And a whole bunch of other nerd shit.

I feel so terribly materialistic lately! List of things I need/want/gotta have:

-videogames (not important)

-sweaters/jackets (pretty needed, since I lost two literally within a week of each other.) Not to mention senior sweater.

-a new phone (pretty important, but ‘SPENSIVE. My current phone gets jankier by like the hour I swear)

Okay! I guess that doesn’t seem like a lot! It does to me. I don’t ask for things.

I’ve been into a bunch of punk and death metal lately. I guess it just goes with how I’ve been feeling lately, haha.

Anyway, I’m thirsty, so I think I’ll stop writing you, words.

Hahahahaha.

I’m probably one of the most selfish, slimy, unappreciative and stupid guys you’ll ever know.

I’m so tired of dwelling on everything I don’t have, everything I don’t get to experience, everything I don’t get to do with you, everything that sucks.

I just want being me to be okay.

I don’t know why I do this. Do I really not have talents? Is my life really not worth anything? Will I have to spend my entire life just dreaming of things I can’t have?

Can I focus on the good things in life when really there aren’t many?

Is that even true? Or is life all good and I’m just too stupid to realize it?

Is there too much to my life, or not nearly enough?

These are the burning questions.