I need to drink less.

Every time I drink something weird happens. Who knows.

Anyways, sorry about the last post. I don't even really remember making it. I don't remember much of yesterday.

I do remember meeting someone new, but I can't remember what they looked like. It was a guy, at least I think so. He was pretty tall, from what I can gather, and kind of gangly. I know a few people like that.

I would probably recognize the guy if we met again.

Well I need to work on my story but I am neglecting it pretty badly. I am around 1700 words in instead of the 14000 I should be by the end of today. I will be lucky if I hit anywhere close to 3000.

Anyways, I guess that is it for today. Nothing new really happening in my near future.

Until next time, I'm off.

-AtP

Whoa...

Here I am. Sitting in my chair. This chair of mine has seen and heard many of things.

It has learned the lyrics to every Gorillaz song.

It has seen all of the gruesome effects of my insanity.

It has been here for me, always keeping me as comfortable as possible.

It has cried with me at the end of M*A*S*H.

And here it is, protecting from everything yet again. It is hard to believe how much of a connection me and my chair have. The love that we share. Hell, I once fucked on this chair.

I love this chair but even it cannot protect me. It can't stop anyone from hurting me. it can't be my guardian angel for the evils of this world.

I named my Car the Ishimura from Dead Space. Quite fitting if you ask me, since cars are screaming metal deathtraps.

The night is quite beautiful tonight.

Oh hey there He is. I'm going to go say hi. Just a new friend. Finally, I haven't gotten a new one since I left my home.

I'm out.

-aTp

30 post!

Woohoo! The 30th post! I just wish it wasn't on such an off note.

I learned that I had, in fact, slept at the apartment last night and then left for home. But what I was explained doesn't really make sense.

After I got in from smoking, I headed off to the bathroom and got ready for bed, as one of my friends recalled. The problem is what happened from here.

I, apparently, never left the bathroom.

They woke up the next morning and had to bust the door open because it was locked from the inside, window and door alike.

What makes it even worse?

The sink was full of blood.

I think it was from my coughing fits. I have coughed up blood before, although it isn't pretty.

I wasn't expecting THAT much blood, but I am sure that I am okay. I stopped coughing for now, but if it gets any worse I am pretty sure I am going to see a doctor.

I am not sure how to take this all in but I will figure something out. But, for now, I have a birthday party I have to attend. My friend is waiting for me to finish up.

Until next time, I'm off. Peace.

-AtP

I....what?

I just lost a day. Seriously. I passed out last night at 12:12 a.m.

I remember this. I remember it exactly because I looked at my watch right before my computer finished loading up from a usual reboot.

I woke up 9 minutes ago. Exactly.

When did I wake up?

12:12 a.m.

I wasn't even tired and I didn't have terrors.

I didn't even dream.

I didn't even change clothes or brush my teeth or anything.

Worse than that? I woke up at my house.

I was at the apartment when I last remember.

Even worse than that?

I left my car at the apartment. Which means I must have walked.

15 miles. Of walking.

I hate walking.

Things are fucking weird. I am going to go figure some shit out and come back later with some more information.

Fuck this shit, I'm out.

-AtP

Hmmm.

I need to find some way of not being over stressed. I find myself looking at the little amount of work that I have and just stressing massively over it. I know it isn't a huge deal and I know that I will fret over it but I continue to do it anyways.

It is this disease that I gained from my father. He overly frets and stresses about everything that requires him to do any form of work.

Granted he gets the work done and so do I, but the process in getting it done? It blows. Majorly.

This causes quite a few problems when I am trying to do things from writing to simple things like making sure I don't miss an appointment.

Luckily I don't have to see the therapist as long as I have this baby and the doctor continues to read it.

Hey Mr. Greene.

Anyways, today was a little off today. I kept getting the creeps. I am also noticing more Tulpa's that usual, or mind-generated visions.

When you look at something, your first glance can contain something that isn't actually there. This has been happening to me quite a bit lately.

It isn't as fun as it may sound considering it usually startles me. I swear I am going to give myself a heart attack or something.

Well, other than that I hope to actually get some sleep tonight. Didn't sleep much last night.

The usual. I guess I should be more used to it now.

Well I guess I am off then.

Until next time, Peace.

-AtP

Pretty good day.

Nothing interesting happened as of today.

My friend came over early and smoked.

I bought a whole box of top ramen. Around 24 packets for 3 bucks. Quite the deal.

I ate 4 of them over 6 hours and had a lot of juice.

A friend who I haven't seen in months came over and we smoked.

I started my story. All is going well.

and now here I am.

My clock on my PC is incorrect. It has been for a few days. Every time I look at it the time changes to a random time, although my birth date 12:03 is coming up a lot more than anything else. That is pretty cool I guess.

Hopefully something interesting happens tomorrow. Sorry for being so boring.

Until next time, I am off. Peace.

-AtP

There is nothing to do!

Seriously! I am beyond bored here. I am trying to play Metro 2033 but I want to play Deus Ex. I play Deus Ex and I want to play Metro 2033. The entire time I have the knowledge that I have to write more for my book tonight.

Speaking of which, I got the general idea of the story ready and I have been hardcore cramming in order to make sure I can write this. I will be fully starting the book either later tonight or early tomorrow morning.

Luckily I have many class that I can just work on the story through. This makes me a lot less nervous than I could be.

Well, my friend is coming over to smoke and then I will go back to playing indecisive hockey with my games until I stop playing all of them and start writing like I should.

Go go procrastination!

Until next time, I am off. Peace.

-AtP