This is getting out of hand. There's these little... hell they're just normal objects but they're alive and they're causing all kinds of trouble. Toothpicks, lighters, anything you can think of are out attacking people and causing all kinds of havoc.
Had a lighter burn my hoodie, it's all I've got to keep warm, and I just lost it. Went after it like my life depended on it or something. This stupid echo is going to get me killed. Hell I almost got hit by a couple cars and did get bumped by one. Got a nasty scrape and my knee hurts like hell, but I think I'm alright. They didn't hit me hard, guy was a real asshole though.
Creepy, he offered to take me to the hospital but I can't pay for that. Pretty sure he was more likely to kill me and leave me in a ditch than help me anyway.
Another dude stopped and pulled me out of the street, fed me a sandwich. That was awful nice of him, we talked for a while... well it felt more like an interview really. Awkward, strange guy, said he'd been where I was before. Offered me a job... Not real sure about that. Maybe, we'll see. I don't think I'm cut out for customer service. People don't like seeing people like me. They'd rather I stayed invisible and out of their way. Not inconveniencing them with my existence.
No echoes, just getting tired of this temper thing running off on its own.
Think I'm gonna go spend the night with Dirk. I miss him, and being out here on my own is going to get me killed.
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ninetydegrees
April 9th
on 2014-09-08 12:15 pm (UTC)Had a lighter burn my hoodie, it's all I've got to keep warm, and I just lost it. Went after it like my life depended on it or something. This stupid echo is going to get me killed. Hell I almost got hit by a couple cars and did get bumped by one. Got a nasty scrape and my knee hurts like hell, but I think I'm alright. They didn't hit me hard, guy was a real asshole though.
Creepy, he offered to take me to the hospital but I can't pay for that. Pretty sure he was more likely to kill me and leave me in a ditch than help me anyway.
Another dude stopped and pulled me out of the street, fed me a sandwich. That was awful nice of him, we talked for a while... well it felt more like an interview really. Awkward, strange guy, said he'd been where I was before. Offered me a job... Not real sure about that. Maybe, we'll see. I don't think I'm cut out for customer service. People don't like seeing people like me. They'd rather I stayed invisible and out of their way. Not inconveniencing them with my existence.
No echoes, just getting tired of this temper thing running off on its own.
Think I'm gonna go spend the night with Dirk. I miss him, and being out here on my own is going to get me killed.