“Me?”

“I’m a bat with nothing strange about me.”

I didn’t like meeting them in the maze. I didn’t like the help they provided me. But that doesn’t mean that it wasn’t help. But that also doesn’t mean that it was help for the sake of helping me.

I have a lot of questions. I always have lots and lots of questions. They are one of the people that answer my questions. I do not know why, and I do not know if all of the answers are real---I do not think they have a reason to lie, though. Although I guess maybe they are mocking me. It’s hard to tell. I’m used to that, anyway.

They did not hurt me when they came to my timeline. They offered to help. It was not as bad that time.

Maybe I should talk to them

I want to ask

if anyone makes fun of her font name im gonna fucking deck them.

i really really really didnt want any brothers or sisters, especially ones that are gonna be living with me. i said that over and over. i dont think i said it out loud that much but in my head. but the things i thought were gonna happen, didnt happen. again.

i wonder if hed come back if i did it. if he came back, would he get mad and tell everybody? if he stayed down and it was just the two of us there and no one else knew i was there nobody would know right? maybe i could get away with it. id have to do it fast so he doesnt teleport out and hed have to not know i was gonna do it. id draw my gun when his back is turned and id just pull the trigger and he wouldnt know until it went off and by then itd be too late and id feel stronger. i dont know how much but maybe it would even be enough to get me over and id be so happy. his dust would be on my clothes and id have to take a shower when i got home, id change my clothes. i hope its not instant maybe hed freak out in the last couple seconds. maybe hed get that shocked look or feel betrayed or hed get mad or really sad or hed call out for somebody or be nasty and sneer how he was right the first time and id be so happy. and then everyone who cared about him would be sad. maybe theyd have a funeral. maybe theyd cry. all of them feeling so many things because of me and id be so happy. but id hide it so i dont hurt their feelings and id say im sorry he died. and id keep his dust in a jar in the back of my closet and put his name on it in glitter stickers and when a couple months have passed ill

id never get to watch something at his house again i guess. he wouldnt make me any more food. and he might come back. and i might get caught. 

anyway papi would know. hed figure it out somehow.

that cake tasted good

dont pity me

if you say you pity me one more time i wont even care ill just

dont say it

dont say it

dont feel sorry for me

youre the pitiful one

youre the one that

youre the 

you got away

havent messaged him in awhile, hope hes doing okay. i wonder if theres something i should do or something that im supposed to do or that he wants me to do. i should probably say hi.

maybe say thank you

and then explain why cause hes gonna be like for what??

text: ur gay

text: so like are we friends or nemesises or what. both??

text: sorry if i actually made you mad and you dont like me anymore now

text: do you wanna hang out and play games sometime i mean ill probably kick your butt but still

text: the real reason that theres so much friction between us… is… youre just jellie. of my good looks.