Aiabooysen
Nusoicaca
- Joined
- May 29, 2025
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- 17
The 2 first blogs of mine are le lost media (NIGGA THAT'S NUTS!)
Nothing happened, yesterday. (lie) I went to the movies to the new mission impossible and I have to say Tom Cruise probably has autism because he makes so many things hyperrealistic for no reason but also made no sense. Like the nuclear bombs being hyperrealistic and der submarine and the plane like he has a lot of small details autistic people like me would sperg over. But I don't super like it because it was pretty nonsense at the start, thoughbeit. For the rest of the day, I spent it playing strategy games and spent no time on soyjak party.
Also, I'm going to post my SHORT story related to the book I'm writing bcs I think it would suit this site better (It's pretty schizo depressing doe)
Aia laid down and hugged it so tightly, she didn’t know if anyone was thinking about her, but she hoped to everything that someone out there thought about her just for a second. She couldn’t stop crying, it pained her to be in this cycle, and she couldn’t stop it, so many promises she made to those she cared about, even more so herself. She just wanted someone to be thinking about her, desperately she wanted someone to think about her. Even if her skin was picked, cut, and cold, even if she looked like she was on drugs. “Just anyone, I just hope someone is, please please…”
Nothing happened, yesterday. (lie) I went to the movies to the new mission impossible and I have to say Tom Cruise probably has autism because he makes so many things hyperrealistic for no reason but also made no sense. Like the nuclear bombs being hyperrealistic and der submarine and the plane like he has a lot of small details autistic people like me would sperg over. But I don't super like it because it was pretty nonsense at the start, thoughbeit. For the rest of the day, I spent it playing strategy games and spent no time on soyjak party.
Also, I'm going to post my SHORT story related to the book I'm writing bcs I think it would suit this site better (It's pretty schizo depressing doe)
Aia laid down and hugged it so tightly, she didn’t know if anyone was thinking about her, but she hoped to everything that someone out there thought about her just for a second. She couldn’t stop crying, it pained her to be in this cycle, and she couldn’t stop it, so many promises she made to those she cared about, even more so herself. She just wanted someone to be thinking about her, desperately she wanted someone to think about her. Even if her skin was picked, cut, and cold, even if she looked like she was on drugs. “Just anyone, I just hope someone is, please please…”