Alternate title: Rambling about my personality and quirks. Today I'm going to be talking about myself, not you, you don't have to selectively remember your life just to relate to me. You musn't pick up any of my habits either because you think they're cool, you should only do the personality mimicking to fictional characters. If you're reading this on Spacehey I'm planning to make this a pinned bl... » Continue Reading
Wedged open ribcage / Talking about myself / Rambling about my personality and quirks I'm a boring person Disconnection Everyone else grew up except for me now I'm dirty and chewing dust » Continue Reading
If my brain was a computer it'd be one that somehow was built into this world pre-infected with malware: all the coding would be in spaghetti code, and I don't have any forks with me; my brain wires have frozen fingertips, cold noses and shivering voices without their jackets, and they tend to frazzle and short circuit frequently especially because they huddle for warmth most of the time. It's my ... » Continue Reading
Sometimes, I feel like I'm a zoo animal on display. Maybe I was a little too bold with my writing and accidentally advertised myself: I took my best parts of myself and molded them into a blob with the consistency of mashed potatoes, and drenched it into resin, and displayed the block of resin on my front porch. That's why I see so many people walking up to me, probably taking pictures and crawlin... » Continue Reading
BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM! WAKE UP WAKE UP! It's been approximately 1 month since your nap! Norrie! Huh? oh yeah, this place. Please stop hitting me with a pillow you're getting feathers everywhere ':) I don't have any valid excuse on why I was gone, I wasn't busy or anything... I just fell asleep, for many days straight. Vines have grown on my body at this point, so give me some time to trim those ... » Continue Reading
I feel like there's a certain tax on this site when I state that I'm a minor. Suddenly, it's like my words come out all jumbled, tangled and soaked, everything I say has a hint of "I do not know what I'm talking about" that makes you hysterical. When I utter a sound, my voice seems to have this, well, annoying immature ringing pitch to it, that accompanies all of my sentences and never quite leave... » Continue Reading
Swinging, still, swinging, Back forth, forward backward, Sideways, rightways, ...Diagonal. My eyes are taking turns taking naps. Looking at this pointless thing swing is truly pointless. Truly... there are no points or sharp edges to this thing. Oddly, it reminds me of me before I was me. I'm like a pendulum swing. When I was tired 10 years ago I am full of energy right now. Huss up, 'right now' i... » Continue Reading
I fully understand that I'm autistic because I stim and displayed the exact symptoms to a family member that is professionally diagnosed with autism ever since... ever. It seems like though people have this sneered look at me when I tell them that my life isn't just 24/7 suffering where I eat straight up fire for breakfast, so I personally don't wish to get "cured". That seems to make people mutte... » Continue Reading
Everyone else got to grow up and move on in life. Everyone has their bags and brief cases packed to fly to adultville, and it seems like I barely have a single sock packed. It feels like everyone already knows what they're doing or what they plan to be when they grow up, and I'm just barely processing my childhood. The progress of life is a race and I'm currently in last place. I don't mean to be ... » Continue Reading
I consider my Bearblog and Spacehey account to be the vitals of my online identity with sturdy rib-bars protecting it; anything else and it's just a distracting skin tag that needs scissors. I really need to clean up my accounts, but that'd need a whole week dedicated to doing that, so I'd rather postpone that task. I don't give myself much room to flourish in the real world, so I settle to grow o... » Continue Reading
The title reminds me of that Britney Spears song. But asides from that this blog is meant to be a bit of a vent, but nothing TOO personal of my life, the both of us are likely just mere strangers and it'd be indecent for me to suddenly open up my ribs and show you my vitals when we haven't even had our first date yet. This is a vent as in it's more set in a general bitter melancholic tone. I'm som... » Continue Reading
Sorry if I'm seeming a little slower in my posting or if my writing degraded in any way. I can feel my hinges rusting everytime I postpone a blog sometimes, and it makes it more fiddly to open myself up and allow whatever I was thinking to air out even if there's nothing interesting on the inside, even though I'm not even a door. Both you and me musn't try to pressure ourselves to upload though, t... » Continue Reading