I will never not reblog this.
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I will never not reblog this.
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Annie’s Day
by Andy Weir
This isn’t like the usual creepy stories I post, but damn is this good. It really catches you off guard.
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I found a diary while I was out hiking in New Hampshire. I have to admit, I’m thoroughly creeped out by what was written inside.
by reddit user iia/ tumblr user unsettlingstories
The diary was from a while ago; 21 years, according to the dates. It was sealed really well in plastic wrap and stuffed in a watertight bag. If I hadn’t hit the thing with my shovel when digging a hole to take a dump, I never would’ve found it. I wish that would’ve been the case because I can’t stop thinking about the stuff I read. I’m only going to share the fucked up parts, but all I’m leaving out is the lady talking about how she and her husband were spending the month camping and having a good time. There, I just saved you 5 pages. Here’s where it got weird:
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"I pay attention to the small details.- a few things you should know about me (via give-me-ur-hand)
I might ask you if something is wrong just because I noticed a slight change in your tone of voice.
Or maybe you looked at me differently, and I’ll spend the rest of the day trying to figure out what I did wrong.
You need to know that my mind runs a million miles an hour,
You might have to grab my hand and tell me to slow down.
I’m a closed book.
I’ll only talk if you ask me to.
Otherwise I could sit there and listen to you talk for hours.
I tend to help others more than I help myself.
Sometimes I forget about that.
You’ll have to ask me how I’m doing every once in a while.
I promise I’ll appreciate it a lot.
I’m indecisive about everything,
But I can tell you I never once was about you.
I can also be very independent.
That doesn’t mean I don’t need you,
I’ll always need you."
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me: why do i mysteriously feel like crap and keep wasting time doing nothing?
brain: you have depression
me: no that cant be it, it has to be something i did
If I’m staring at you it’s not because I’m judging you I’m just trying to check out your ink.
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"In a sense, I’m the one who ruined me: I did it myself."- Haruki Murakami (via naturaekos)
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