I'd believe that because it's felt a bit weird that literally every other shiny until beldum went into the first ball

DUSK BALL IT IS I GUESS

idk how long they've been there because most of what I've been doing has been looking at the gazebo, running back to around where the garbador is, then running back. My eyes rarely pass over anything else when I check.

But then night happens in the game and my brain is like FAIRIES

It's just so much funnier when it's literally the same game and I'm like why isn't that me (it is me) but yeah I have a list of which things have megas with asterisks to mark off ones I have elsewhere so I can prioritize ones I don't.

I get up, shower, do chores, go for a walk, come back, open Tumblr, see people saying what amounts to "haha the horrible people are doing gay shit together because being gay is gross and funny" I contemplate my life choices

I said this and as soon as the raid ended I got kicked out of the gym

The slamming things around has stopped. A moving truck seems to have left (apartment complex so it could be anyone's especially on the 15th) four very broken hours of sleep and I don't think I can get more because their very distressed sounding dog is still up there

But now I have to turn the heat off and the fan on despite that it's freezing out because the white noise machine itself is not enough to block whatever the fuck it is. I desperately need to fucking sleep.

Oh this is worse. I think the assholes have decided 5am is an appropriate time to move because I cannot think of any other explanation for the kinds of noises I'm hearing. I hope wherever they do end up they end up with neighbors who have done to them what they've done to me

I think they've finally stopped for the night. Perhaps I will be able to sleep soon. I need to make up for getting less than 10 hours total in the last 48 it's starting to make me feel sick

I would like to exist in my own living room after midnight without headphones and without hearing them being almost the loudest they've been. Especially when I'm already agitated.

You GOTTA stop being so desperately afraid of the audience. Look at me. Look in my eyeballs. Stop being so desperate for approval. Stop writing for the whiny babies in your audience and start writing for the freaks who like cool fucked up shit