June 14th, 2025 - Too eepy to party.

Do you know the pizza scale? On one end is the worst pizza you’ve ever tasted, the other side is the pinnacle of human creation. Regardless of where the pizza falls, it’s still pizza and pizza is pretty good man. Freak-! I’m drunk and forgot where I was going with this tangent.

Oh! Hangovers adopt the pizza scale, I don’t care how bad your bender is, all hangovers are the worst. I woke up this morning unable to stand without my insides demanding freedom. I detest vertigo, it is my own hell. I consumed a bread and drank my water and recovered 5 hours later with but a fraction of my original headache.

The rest of the day was really fun!!! I uhh- I- hmmmm. What the fuck did I do???

I uh, I went to the actual con! I bought some merch I really liked. Ive never changed so many times in one day. We went to the pool, I went to the con, I cooked chicken supreme, I celebrated a birthday and then went to the supposed rager of the night.

I’m there right now. I have to pee. I saw so many pretty girls today holy-!

Guys, am I funny? Like- I think I have the personality of a wet rag, holy shit I have to pee. I think the pretty girl left. OH! I saw these ppl do an impromptu dance, shit was so cool.

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I’ve grown bitter, my sweetness gone sour. Where I was joyous is filled with rage. We’re singing karaoke and you would deny me My Chemical Romance’s The Black Parade? I would sooner lynch you than stand shoulder to shoulder belting the words that have saved my life more times than you have drawn breath. Fuck! I hate white people. RAGGGHHHHHH.

You can’t sing, you can’t dance. Face it, you’re never gonna make it. My rage has turned shallow. I am empty, hollow. There is no soul within me. I lack everything that makes someone human.

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They’re only human, do not fault them for my own personal sins. They are undeserving of my wrath when they have only come to have fun. Who am I to deny that? I am no one. I know 2 people at this party. I am no one. I wish I existed. I watch my phone dying with every letter I type. With every breath I draw, its, grow staggered. I will not remember these thoughts in the morning, Goodbye - Dyl