He's Looming Over Me
Slowly, silently sneaking, he's watching me. He's in the corner right now, just staring at me. His beady, black eyes penetrating through my skull like radiation. He's just floating there, upside down on the ceiling. I look in the reflection on the computer screen, and I can see him. His bulbous, bloated body, pink and puffy, his trunk all tangled and twisted. I try to ignore him, but I can't. "You know, you're trapped in here," He says with his vibrating venomous voice. "I know," I reply sad and sulkily.
I've been in here for about 13 years, and every day it's been...an absolute archaic abomination. Day in, day out, day in, day out, they put me in The Room, they inject me with my medication, and then they leave me there. Every other day they give me internet for an hour, and sometimes they stick me in the TV room to keep me quiet when I start seeing my friends. Sometimes I lie and freak out just so I can see what's going on with the world.
Who are "they", you ask? The Men. Men that you could never fight against even if you tried. The Men that control where you go and what you do. The Men that treat you like you're some geriatric when you're a fucking 30 year old man.
"You know, you have the willpower to fight them, you just don't use it," The Pink Elephant in the corner says. I've told him to shut the FUCK up and get out of my head a million times, but he hasn't yet. None of them have. They just float around the room and don't stay quiet. Sometimes they really fuck with me. Sometimes it's just a few annoying comments. Either way, I'd rather be completely alone.
I wish I could escape. I wish I could escape. I wish I could escape. I wish I could escape. I wish I could escape. I wish I could escape. I wish I could escape. I wish I could escape. I wish I could escape. I wish I could escape. I wish I could escape. I wish I could escape. I wish I could escape. I wish I could escape. I wish I could escape. I wish I could escape. I wish I could escape. I wish I could escape. I wish I could escape. I wish I could escape. I wish I could escape. I wish I could escape. I wish I could escape. I wish I could escape. I wish I could escape.
I've been in here for about 13 years, and every day it's been...an absolute archaic abomination. Day in, day out, day in, day out, they put me in The Room, they inject me with my medication, and then they leave me there. Every other day they give me internet for an hour, and sometimes they stick me in the TV room to keep me quiet when I start seeing my friends. Sometimes I lie and freak out just so I can see what's going on with the world.
Who are "they", you ask? The Men. Men that you could never fight against even if you tried. The Men that control where you go and what you do. The Men that treat you like you're some geriatric when you're a fucking 30 year old man.
"You know, you have the willpower to fight them, you just don't use it," The Pink Elephant in the corner says. I've told him to shut the FUCK up and get out of my head a million times, but he hasn't yet. None of them have. They just float around the room and don't stay quiet. Sometimes they really fuck with me. Sometimes it's just a few annoying comments. Either way, I'd rather be completely alone.
I wish I could escape. I wish I could escape. I wish I could escape. I wish I could escape. I wish I could escape. I wish I could escape. I wish I could escape. I wish I could escape. I wish I could escape. I wish I could escape. I wish I could escape. I wish I could escape. I wish I could escape. I wish I could escape. I wish I could escape. I wish I could escape. I wish I could escape. I wish I could escape. I wish I could escape. I wish I could escape. I wish I could escape. I wish I could escape. I wish I could escape. I wish I could escape. I wish I could escape.

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aww cheer up emo kid
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