For real. I'm in my Crazy Cat Lady pajamas, singing a song about how sleep is for the weak and the weak are all dick biscuits.

Why am I singing this? Because SOME STRING FONDLER decided to creep me out and make me read the Ben Drowned Creepypasta and it freaked me out and then on my Mia FB account (where Sapphy and I have the cutest little family!) SOME DICK BISCUIT WANKER decided to post on my wall as Ben Drowned. You sick fuck. Taking advantage of a girl's emotionality (legitimate word, BTW) and twisting it against her so she hides out in her pillow fort and I don't feel safe. TBH, I feel like the Statue of Elegy is gonna pop up out of nowhere and set me on fire and kill me.

What is this. I NEED SLEEP. ARGH. DAMN YOU, BERNIE. DAMNYOUDAMNYOUDAMNYOU.

Also: Squidward's Suicide and Pokemon Black

Those got to me. Especially Pokemon black Creepypasta. It wasn't like OMG THIS GONNA KILL YOU, but it was SO PSYCHOLOGICAL I WOULD LOVE TO STUDY THIS SOMETIME.

Someone, hold me. And sing me to sleep. I can't sleep. It's still dark out.

THE DARK IS BEST FOR ABDUCTING CUTE LITTLE SARAH AND I'M SCARED. I'M SO SCARED THAT I WON'T WAKE UP OR SOMETHING.

Which is why I've blocked CreepyPasta Wiki on my computer. Thank you, modern technology.

Though, TBH, without modern technology, I would've gone to bed at 8:30PM instead of my usual 1:30AM.

Sleep sounds good right now. BUT IT'S DARK OUT.

EDIT 'CAUSE IT'S LIGHT OUT: Still can't sleep. Either it's the chocolate cake my mom made eat, or my batshit horror to close my eyes. That face. That. Fucking. Face.