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kiyuso
☕ Partially active. Just blogging down my messy thoughts for the record and future references. Also a story writer, typically concerning my gays. I don't particularly have any interests. It's more like, if something piques my interests, I become infatuated or obsessed.
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08/23 My Birthday
9/7 Hello Kitty Cafe Truck
9/28 Tour de Corgi
10/17 Brother's Birthday
10/31 Halloween
11/9 Ramen-o-Rama!
12/5 Wen's Birthday
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I write only because there is a voice within me that will not be still. - Sylvia Plath
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Dream #3
Scary, scary -- I had this guy, confess to me. I declined him, but he haunts me day and night. The first time he asked to walk me home, I already knew of his feelings right then and there. Thus, I was prepared for his confession. But, the other day when he walked me home, I was distracted and tired and frustrated that I could not concentrate. Then, when we got right infront of my house, he said it. Boy, was I shocked and in panic right then and there. And, it was infront of my house! How could he do that? Especially when he said it like he had no confidence? Regardless if one has confidence or not, they shouldn't plainly state it, "I don't think you will, but will you go out with me?" Makes me wonder about his courage, which I found out he has probably none. Some man, thanks goodness I declined. So now, I can't even stand to look him in the face and at my house. Good job ruining my life, genius. I laughed at him and told him let's stay friends, and went inside, although I practically ran. Yes, I was freaked out and a little creeped out too. When I thought about it, I kind feel bad about laughing about his confession and feelings. But afterwards, I was fuckin' glad. Later that following week, he didn't speak to me -- thank god. But then the other day, he attempted to make a conversation with me. Hell no was I going to let him, but then I reflexively responded back. I just wanted to bang my head on that desk back and forth, even though mentally I was already doing that. and the scary thing was, he was waiting for me! Oh my dear fuckin' gosh! I was scared for life, oh yes I was. I was slowly putting my stuff away and then, my friend, appeared. I've never been so happy to see her in my whole entire life! Oh, how I was so relieved.
I was walking home like every other day, and right as I got to that spot where that lame guy confessed. The devil himself appeared. Apparently, his mother drove him here from the big hill street side. Oh shit, was I surprised and freaked out. He got out of the car when his mother parked right infront of the fire hydrant, he was walking towards me. I speed walked as my life depended on it. I was scared and creeped out, completely. As I opened the fake door and searched furiously for my fuckin' keys -- as I take forever to do so -- he was approaching fast! I found it, but fumbled to put it in the damn hole. When I managed to open it and enter my home, I spun around to close it... And he was right infront of my face, with the door swinging to hit his face. I woke up, still laying on my bed, with eyes wide open and sweat dripping down my forehead. After a few seconds, my alarm went off. Ah shit, how I hate his fuckin' guts for haunting me everyday and night like this -- get the fuck out of my life, please!~
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