01-21-2025, 10:00 AM
I sent Daisy a message. Why? I don’t know. So far, I’ve met three girls. Well, four, but one of them is kind of scary. I really liked the first one though. She wasn’t conventionally attractive, like me, but there was something about her I liked. We kind of connected, but then there was Jester. That’s a whole other story. She bought me some underwear, which felt strange, and I guess she did it so she could sniff it. I’m not exactly the most hygienic person, and I’m not sure how I feel about that experience now. I won’t make that mistake again, though.
I’ve been wondering about something. Why aren’t sisters as eager for alcohol, like some other people? It’s strange to think about the difference in how people approach things like that. It’s like how I enjoy throwing stones at pigs for fun or straddling a church arch just because it feels a little rebellious or adventurous. It’s a strange mix of things that bring a thrill. I don’t know, maybe it’s just me, but there’s a certain feeling of power in those actions.
Then, there’s the music I listen to—it’s always changing. My lungs, my breath, my rhythm. It feels like the beats adjust the way I breathe, and it creates a kind of flow that matches whatever mood I’m in. Sometimes, I feel like I’m caught in between the worlds of machines and superheroes, like in The Avengers, where everything is chaotic but somehow makes sense.
I’ve been wondering about something. Why aren’t sisters as eager for alcohol, like some other people? It’s strange to think about the difference in how people approach things like that. It’s like how I enjoy throwing stones at pigs for fun or straddling a church arch just because it feels a little rebellious or adventurous. It’s a strange mix of things that bring a thrill. I don’t know, maybe it’s just me, but there’s a certain feeling of power in those actions.
Then, there’s the music I listen to—it’s always changing. My lungs, my breath, my rhythm. It feels like the beats adjust the way I breathe, and it creates a kind of flow that matches whatever mood I’m in. Sometimes, I feel like I’m caught in between the worlds of machines and superheroes, like in The Avengers, where everything is chaotic but somehow makes sense.