Hello, My name is Boston. Reality has always been a bit blurry for me, but now it seems to be getting worse. I’m constantly losing large chunks of time, waking up in new places with absolutely no idea how I got there. The worst part of all is I’m always alone, but I never feel like I am. Not a second goes by that I don’t feel like someone, something is right behind me. Maybe I’m paranoid. Honestly, I just don’t think that’s the case. Shadows have been constantly passing by my window, some linger more than others. I want to see the sun, but I’m too scared of what’s behind the curtain. Something is coming for me.
I’m writing this in the hope of keeping track of what happens to me. The longer I wait, the closer it gets. Every time I close my eyes, I expect horror to be awaiting me once they’re opened. The room has gone silent, and there’s something lurking right outside my door. Whatever it is, it’s heaving. Reminds me of laughter without the noises to go with it. Silence again. It’s speaking now, but it has no cadence. Sounds like a cat or dog that has been taught to speak. No rhythm to the words coming out. The voice just keeps repeating “Let me in”. Each time more distorted than the last. It stops suddenly, now the shadow is gone from the doorway.
I’m terrified to look behind me. A gentle breeze just hit my neck. It’s in the room…
When you need to talk, but don’t feel like anyone you know can relate.
That’s where I’m at.
I’ll keep writing and turn my pain into laughter.
So, I just heard the context of what Daniel tosh’ rape joke was.
Apparently, that night he was asking the audience what funny topic he should talk about. Someone shouted rape. He responded with ” What isn’t funny about rape? With the humiliation, emotional scars, and a lifetime of shame. What isn’t funny about rape?” that is not a direct quote but that is in line with what he said.
If that is what was said, and a person that I respect is claiming that it was. Everything I thought about this situation has been affirmed for me.
Say what you mean, Mean what you say.
I have sharp tongue, always have, always will. I don’t hold back. It used to because I couldn’t control it, now it’s because I don’t believe in it.
I stand behind calling it like you see it. Telling it like it is, instead of how it could be. It doesn’t come from a place of anger, more of a place of enlightenment.
Holding back what you really feel may benefit others sometimes, but it doesn’t benefit you. More often than not it causes you more grief than it’s worth. And for what?
An attempt to sugarcoat shit for other people.
I just can’t see it.
Wacky christians, I will be staying far away from the road that day.
I’d say that I’m perplexed, but that just doesn’t cover it.
“Check out my new tattoo, it’s billy’s name on my asshole.”