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oh man...another picture post?!?!?!@?#!$>#%&$P%^@UI#$Q$f.
yes thats right.
yes...i did that thing where i swing my camera and see what comes out...
and i did it again...
icicles!
more icicles!
pwettiness.
more pwettiness.
bendy brokeness.
camera shy!!
Yup yup :) The squirrels were awesome. Theyd come up to me and beg for food and pose for pictures. The ducks honked at me whenever i went to the bridge. I dont like ducks too much. Squirrels were so cuuuttteeee. Furry.
When i was like 9 my grandma gave me this squirrel stuffed animal which came with its own little story. It was about how the squirrel followed everything its friend did and got in big trouble. Now...as far as i know im the only one who got something close to that...my grandma probably thought id end up hopped up on drugs and knocked up by 13. haha thanks for the confidence grandma!
after i got home from the parks...i saw the walls start to move. Scary huh? I worry myself. Im seeing people and things that arent there and the walls are moving again. Why do i say again? Because when i was little...id see doors open and shut when really they were open the entire time and the walls would grow and rugs would move without someone moving them and i thought cereal boxes talked to me...i was a smart kid...I heard voices...didnt know where they were coming from...so i naturally gave them a home....a cereal box. Id see black figures jump out of bushes or walk by the window....Ugh...i was a fucked up kid. BUT i noticed that it all started happening after my dad left. Sooo maybe it was just depression....as things got back to normal...voices and moving walls and all that other crap stopped. All that stopped and i want it to stay stopped. :( What do i do? Go to a psychiatrist and say... "Doctor, im a psycho. Medicate me. Hypnotise me. Do whatever it takes to make my mind become as thoughless as a fried egg."
Its Meijers fault. I know it. The stress.
yes thats right.
yes...i did that thing where i swing my camera and see what comes out...
and i did it again...
icicles!
more icicles!
pwettiness.
more pwettiness.
bendy brokeness.
camera shy!!
Yup yup :) The squirrels were awesome. Theyd come up to me and beg for food and pose for pictures. The ducks honked at me whenever i went to the bridge. I dont like ducks too much. Squirrels were so cuuuttteeee. Furry.
When i was like 9 my grandma gave me this squirrel stuffed animal which came with its own little story. It was about how the squirrel followed everything its friend did and got in big trouble. Now...as far as i know im the only one who got something close to that...my grandma probably thought id end up hopped up on drugs and knocked up by 13. haha thanks for the confidence grandma!
after i got home from the parks...i saw the walls start to move. Scary huh? I worry myself. Im seeing people and things that arent there and the walls are moving again. Why do i say again? Because when i was little...id see doors open and shut when really they were open the entire time and the walls would grow and rugs would move without someone moving them and i thought cereal boxes talked to me...i was a smart kid...I heard voices...didnt know where they were coming from...so i naturally gave them a home....a cereal box. Id see black figures jump out of bushes or walk by the window....Ugh...i was a fucked up kid. BUT i noticed that it all started happening after my dad left. Sooo maybe it was just depression....as things got back to normal...voices and moving walls and all that other crap stopped. All that stopped and i want it to stay stopped. :( What do i do? Go to a psychiatrist and say... "Doctor, im a psycho. Medicate me. Hypnotise me. Do whatever it takes to make my mind become as thoughless as a fried egg."
Its Meijers fault. I know it. The stress.