I am eternally tired. My existence is a tired one. Exhausted. Mostly empty aside from my exploding emotions and my far from promising aspirations. I'm not bitter, I'm just really tired.
Well, I awoke this morning to another infuriating dubstep playlist brought to you by my prepubescent brother. Trying to find himself or some shit, I'm sure. I fist-pounded on the wall for him to shut his shit off. When I left them for unconsciousness again, I woke up to a quiet house and a demon just waiting to pounce. I don't even bother anymore. I don't fight it anymore. I just stare, wait, anticipate, and masturbate. I decided that fapping to demons altogether is a better way of dealing with this sleep paralysis shit rather than resisting and fighting my body to consciousness. After I dealt with that sticky situation, I woke up and remembered a dirty dream I had about strangers. And then I felt dirty. And then I decided that I'm not just going to be tired today, I'm also going to be empty and bitter.
The sky is blue... and so are my balls.
Well, I awoke this morning to another infuriating dubstep playlist brought to you by my prepubescent brother. Trying to find himself or some shit, I'm sure. I fist-pounded on the wall for him to shut his shit off. When I left them for unconsciousness again, I woke up to a quiet house and a demon just waiting to pounce. I don't even bother anymore. I don't fight it anymore. I just stare, wait, anticipate, and masturbate. I decided that fapping to demons altogether is a better way of dealing with this sleep paralysis shit rather than resisting and fighting my body to consciousness. After I dealt with that sticky situation, I woke up and remembered a dirty dream I had about strangers. And then I felt dirty. And then I decided that I'm not just going to be tired today, I'm also going to be empty and bitter.
The sky is blue... and so are my balls.
