oh yeah this was Wys btw. for the sake of anyone reading in the future 🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵

I should tryt hand at stream of consciousness writing. I already do stream of consciousness posting. could be fun. could be trash. something to think about.

right now I'm just watching horror videos on YouTube. fits the vibe. "Searching For A World That Doesn't Exist" is a fun one. I don't know how much more I have in me though. started yawning a second ago. I'll probably go to bed soon. thank you, stranger, for keeping me company tonight.

I have work in the morning after all. but if I get myself into this state on a day where I don't have work, we'll you'd better believe. I might write something actually worth reading.

after all, do you even really exist, mysterious third party? reading my posts, but never interacting? would you even get this far down the thread? I should channel this energy. the ramblings, I mean. I've always wanted to be a novelist but it just never struck me to do so. maybe next time.

that is to say I don't really post with the intent of anyone reading them but I know sometimes people do. I've ended up on one or two people's discover feeds in the past. so this is just my little disclaimer to you that my ramblings are mostly for my own sake, not to communicate anything coherent

I'm not sure if anyone is or will be reading this, I have very few followers and even fewer that actually see my posts, but hello if you've made it this far! I tend to just ramble on and on and on because I treat the Internet like a diary of sorts. I yell my thoughts to the void just to get it out

I like be the only one awake at night. I am nocturnal, after all. well, I don't know if I'm the only one awake but at the moment I'm the only person I'm aware of. everyone is offline. the house is quiet. it's just me, my thoughts, and the endless void surrounding me.

in this moment I am the only person that exists. I could easily disprove that statement by going outside but there's this small comfort in the idea that in this moment, I have my own little corner of the universe, all to myself. i forgot how much I can enjoy solitude.

it's a sort of cozy kind of ennui. well, ennui isn't the right word. it's this familiar feeling of everything being a little "off," like I'm experiencing reality a few degrees rotated from how I'm supposed to. like my soul is 4° off center from my body. it's been a while, Void.

all time exists in parallel to itself. every moments is happening infinitely and simultaneously. this moment and moments like it are very connected for me. I'm here, but I'm also in my college dorm room, and I'm on the couch in my old apartment, and I'm in bed at my parent's house, all at once.