Because I'm bored, a little paranoid, and also a dork for my <3
Also it's a little sad because I'm sad and I have issues :)
So sorry in advance, I guess.
Also sorry for the interjections in bold dring the story.
haha
Well, shit.
It seems right now, you're in a bit of a jam.
Well, not actual Jam. Like the food. You don't really like Jam that much honestly. But that would definitely be better then the current hell you're in right now.
Yeah, you're Alex. The Absolute-fucking-greatest dickbag ever to live.
And that late night paranoia is kicking in rreeealllll heavy.
After all the crippling paranoia and fear you experience every night (coupled with really bad night terrors), you figured you would be used to that kind of thing, no? Waking up frozen in place, practically shaking, somehow winding up being curled up tighter then 2 no-homo-best-bros (pretty tight, btw) and backed into a corner. Too afraid to even open your eyes, sometimes.
But no, you're not.
For some stupid fucking reason.
I mean, some of the stuff you see in your dreams-
wow
just, wow
Maybe some other people in your shoes would've snapped long ago,
jumping off the deep end, and right into a mental hospital or something
Maybe even found a way to cope
Or even to end it all
You've tried that last one a few times, as edgy as that sounds, but it seems whatever fucking higher power exists wants you to live and suffer
stupid omniscient beings.
Strike me dead right now, I dare youjhgiylfutdkr
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haha jk jk, unfortunately I'm not dead. Yet.
Anyways, back to the situation at hand.
So yeah, you are now currently laying down. On a bed. Not your bed, though. You've been spending your weekends with Bugs. (Nothing sexual has or will happen[ed] though) And, as cliché as that sounds, you ended up sharing the bed with him. Lame. Not the sharing part, just the cliché part. Sharing a bed with your bf is heaven. The lame part is that people seem to have a weird kink with love interests sharing a bed. (Getting a bit too meta for my taste now, I'll try and ease up on the bold interjections)
