the condensed weblog

Here we are again, prior entry can be found here if you were curious. This is all purely fictional, for the most part... so here we go. I present to you a condensed weblog of...

The Emo Adventures of Bryce The Raw (Super Slasher Extended Crying Beeyotch Mix)

I woke up this morning, I didn't want to get out of bed. Why wake up when I could just hide in my dreams? Or is that where you find me, to torment me more. I went outside, it was raining. I love when it rains, because no one can see how hard I'm crying.

My car wouldn't start, it feels like my life. It just never started, and if it did it stopped suddenly when she left. I miss her, I touch myself to her but it can't bring her back. No amount of wishing can keep her away from me. I love her, I hate her, I miss her.

I walked to my job, standard 9-5 bullshit, it fucks goats. I fucked a goat once, just to see if it'd make goat noises. It didn't. It hardly reacted. No one seems to react when I'm there, it's like I'm not here. I'll hide myself, hide my heart, so you can't hurt me. I'll bleed myself so you can't bleed me. Life is pain, life is only pain.

When darkness stares at you, will you run or will you fight? I'll wait in the corner until it's light. But there is no light, the end of the tunnel is just another long dark tunnel of misery and sorrow. And so I cry. I cry blood from my wrists, I hurt myself so you can't hurt me.

I got to work, and an aluminum can slashed part of me. Whether it was an accident or purposeful is irrelevant, the regret I have is unimportant. All that matters is the pain. I hold up an imaginary barrier or fence, because you can't hurt me through a fence. The barrier is my soul, I present it as a defensive way of coping with this imaginary sadness. Life is pain, only pain.

Work was over as quickly as it started, just like my life. If it was over, would you remember me? Would you remember that I loved you, that I breathed you, and never wanted to let you go? This goes for anyone I've ever met. You wouldn't remember, more likely try to forget. Forget my pain and misery, it isn't there. Let me hide in the dark, I'll cower until the night is over.

I went to bed, screaming into my pillow. Will the tragedy ever end? Will my heart be left alone, or ripped across the shards of broken glass that are my feelings for you? I don't know, all I know is that I try to trudge on, one day at a time. One step at a time. My feet are bloody, bruised, and broken, but the pain keeps me going. Life is pain, I thrive on it, create it for myself, there's no point in thinking outside of my misery. That's when I'll think of her.

And so I hide. Hide from the light, hide from the night, wait for another day, cut the pain away. You can't get me, you won't even try, would you care if I die? Probably not, just go on with your life, and that's why I hurt myself, with my knife.

You can't take me!


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Damn emo kids. So there you have it, that's how it is. Check here if you want to see how accurate this is.

Next time: the condensed wegblog of little boy Bran.