I remember how I was afraid of the dark for a long time, probably well into my 13 years of age. I used to turn on the light of the bathroom in the hallway and open my door so that I can have a cozy and not too bright light source easing me to sleep.
My father always would get mad at me for letting the light on all night and wasting money, but I didn't care, I was too afraid to care.
There's probably something gay here about the brutality of life and how I then was afraid to be kidnapped by ghouls, and now I couldn't care less if someone beheaded me in my sleep, but I don't want to go down that route. This just randomly popped up in my head tbh.
Was you a pussy wussy bitch boy when you were younger?
My father always would get mad at me for letting the light on all night and wasting money, but I didn't care, I was too afraid to care.
There's probably something gay here about the brutality of life and how I then was afraid to be kidnapped by ghouls, and now I couldn't care less if someone beheaded me in my sleep, but I don't want to go down that route. This just randomly popped up in my head tbh.
Was you a pussy wussy bitch boy when you were younger?
