Okay... so I had 8 followers on tumblr just yesterday, now they are
28... and a picture I posted of myself has gotten 55 notes!
Not sure how that happened, but you should have seen my face when I
noticed! Like woah! I don't even post that much stuff myself, but
mostly just reblog what the ones I follow upload. Did I mention that
I love that website? Kinda need to say it again! My sister has a blog
there somewhere, or at least I think she said that a while ago, and
I’ve been meaning to ask her if I could follow her there. But I
never see her nowadays and I don't even know if I would want to have
any contact with her online.
I live on the internet! At least that's what it feels like.
I'm not addicted to it, I moved into it. Facebook is my
kitchen, tumblr is my living room, Dayviews is my bathroom and the
rest are my bedroom which I don't visit that often. I sit by my
computer with Firefox constantly on display every waken hour. Well, I
do embroider or draw a little now and then, but take breaks for
smoking and then I’m back by the screen. Oh, what a life...
but considering how single tracked or dull it might seem, I’m never
bored. Never, ever bored. My secret? I'm insane! Okay, not
exactly a secret, but that's what's keeping me busy. All the million
thoughts, undefinable emotions, hallucinations, delusions,
psycho-analysing, anxiety and self harm.
Satan really does answer to my every prayer! I appreciate it
very much, but it is a little creepy. Well, we all know about the
first one when he saved my life in late June, and the second time I
asked him for how long I'm going to live and I got the answer “for
three or four years from now”. Now that one I can't know if it's
real or not though, not yet anyway. But then again a few days ago I
asked him if he could perhaps give my crush a little nudge in my
direction but I didn't receive an answer, until later. He told me
that I can nudge my crush myself, I don't need divine powers for
that! As for the next one, I prayed yesterday and asked him to
help me get through this tough period I’m having right now. Today I
feel a lot better. Like I can eat and sleep again and don't have so
much dark thoughts. I just know he's got something to do with
that too!
So this is how I will know if a prayer is worth saying or not: if
it's something I can do for myself, he won't bother doing it for me,
no matter how much I’d rather he did. If it's a question, I can get
a straight answer right away (though that is the part where I
might be hallucinating). This is so fascinating! I really
picked the right religion, I know it, and I’m gonna keep
babbling about it, so get used to it.
