Sleepwalking my way through life: I'll never get any antics done if they keep running



I'll never get any antics done if they keep running

"Hey. Who is dis?"

"Joe. Who are you?"

"I'm [insert name]. Ur name popped up on mine."

"You added me."

"No I didnt."

"Yeah you did. And I accepted, being the friendly guy I am and all."

"Stp lieing and b quiet."

"Sir, yes sir!"

"Ur an emo u cant b friendly."

"Ah, you are mistaken. I am a happy emo. Although I do not technically exist, I assure you that I am quite friendly."

"Wtc. How can u nt exist?"

"Well I'm an emo, who are endlessly sad and suicidal. However, I am happy, so I contradict myself and cancel myself out of existence. It's an interesting life."

"Dats smart. Wat age r u?"

"Seventeen."

"K im 12 im going 2 go now."

"Now? I was about to start my paedophilic antics!"

"[emoticon of stick man being set on fire] Hears a tip"

"One of these days I will my friend. One of these days."

"Go 2 hell."

"Bye!!!"


A moment of laughing fun in a day of gut numbing thoughts. I found myself resting against the wall with my head. My thoughts are too heavy to be carried by my body alone. Which is what I'm actually afraid of in the first place.

And who could ever guess that Marie Thinkety was a bad thing?
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