an everyday monologue
AN EVERYDAY MONOLOGUE
This is an essay, and I don’t feel like spilling any of my secrets. Because that’s what I just did. Then you know I backspaced the entire thing. The End.
But its too short, eh? Oh I can do so much better than this. I could tell you all the things, all the things in the world! But I’m a little neurotic you see. And paranoid. I can make weird twisted connections in which how anyone could figure out my true identity just by having that one bit of information I put out. For example, some detail in my musical tastes. If I ever did, and somebody figured it out, somebody was able to make that deduction, they could then access a whole host of my other online details suddenly made available through the use of, I’m not going to tell you. There’s also some misinformation out there. I’m sure of it. I’ve checked after all.
I don’t want to give you any ideas.
Oh my god, essay still too short you guys are tough buggers aren’t you scribd only had me submit a stupid poem came up with in 10 seconds and you want me to write you an epic? Ok no not an epic. But let me just pour out my troubles. Or maybe not. It woud be too obvious wouldn’t it? Oohhh please no, I’m imagining the wost possible outcome. Gosh I tend to do that don’t i? what am I, a pessimist now? I mean I like to keep that positive outlook on life, also why do I feel like peeing only when I drink chamomile tea? Also hey, guess what, I decided to add a title to this essay type thing because well I thought it was forming up pretty well. Pretty reflcetive of my thoughts minus all the crucial details you’d need to hunt me down and kill me I my sleep. HAH! No I’m not afraid of killers, no, I’m afraid of misconceptions and sometimes the truth about myself. Because oh my god I don’t know, I wanted to say that it was a zillion times more plausible, but then I did a double take. Is it?
Oh my god I hate wearing this mask but I continue to. Well it’s been fun, but this really wasn’t the whole
This is an essay, and I don’t feel like spilling any of my secrets. Because that’s what I just did. Then you know I backspaced the entire thing. The End.
But its too short, eh? Oh I can do so much better than this. I could tell you all the things, all the things in the world! But I’m a little neurotic you see. And paranoid. I can make weird twisted connections in which how anyone could figure out my true identity just by having that one bit of information I put out. For example, some detail in my musical tastes. If I ever did, and somebody figured it out, somebody was able to make that deduction, they could then access a whole host of my other online details suddenly made available through the use of, I’m not going to tell you. There’s also some misinformation out there. I’m sure of it. I’ve checked after all.
I don’t want to give you any ideas.
Oh my god, essay still too short you guys are tough buggers aren’t you scribd only had me submit a stupid poem came up with in 10 seconds and you want me to write you an epic? Ok no not an epic. But let me just pour out my troubles. Or maybe not. It woud be too obvious wouldn’t it? Oohhh please no, I’m imagining the wost possible outcome. Gosh I tend to do that don’t i? what am I, a pessimist now? I mean I like to keep that positive outlook on life, also why do I feel like peeing only when I drink chamomile tea? Also hey, guess what, I decided to add a title to this essay type thing because well I thought it was forming up pretty well. Pretty reflcetive of my thoughts minus all the crucial details you’d need to hunt me down and kill me I my sleep. HAH! No I’m not afraid of killers, no, I’m afraid of misconceptions and sometimes the truth about myself. Because oh my god I don’t know, I wanted to say that it was a zillion times more plausible, but then I did a double take. Is it?
Oh my god I hate wearing this mask but I continue to. Well it’s been fun, but this really wasn’t the whole