When Is Someone Going To Confess That They’re Obsessed With Me

Me going about my day normally

My brain: Damn, you should kill yourself

Fire: Rambling #16

19th April 2022, 00:56

When I was an child to early teenager, I really liked fire. In fact, I was obsessed with fire. I guess you could call me a pyromaniac. I would set fire to a lot of things in all shapes and sizes. Socks, underwear, toilet paper, you name it. Sometimes I would hang toilet paper between posts and set the middle on fire just to see the paper fall apart. Sometimes I would roll paper into faux cigarettes and set fire to the end just to scare drivers into thinking a child was smoking tobacco (I still don’t smoke, although I have had the occasional cigarette, but I think that’s primarily an excuse for me to carry my lighter around with me, I’m still attached to it). I had a stalker back in high school (but that’s a story for another day). She would copy everything I did. One of the things she copied was my obsession with fire. So, one day when I was at her house, she brought me some lighters. Of course, I made a SAFE fire in her garden. But, she was an idiot, and so was her little brother. They left the lighters beside the fire. Seeing this, I backed away and hid behind a car. The stalker followed me, none the wiser. Her little brother stayed by the fire. Three, two, one, and the thing caused a chain reaction of explosions between the lighters. It was so loud. I remember her mum running outside and screaming doolally. Luckily, or rather unlucky because I hated the little shit (he chased me around with a roller skate as a weapon once and I wanted nothing more than to smash his head against the corner of the mantelpiece), her brother was unharmed. It didn’t deter me from my arson. I still set fire to things. I was not afraid of fire. People would ask me to make their fires on the beach and they were always so surprised at 1. my ability to make a fire from nothing and 2. how I was so nonchalant when handling the flames. As aforementioned, I still carry my lighter with me. You never know when you’ll need to set your old high school on fire.

~ 化け猫 (Bakeneko)

how do you tell someone “i’m not ignoring you i’m just disconnected from reality right now and the days are all blurred together and i feel completely apathetic towards everyone/everything around me so it’s really hard for me to maintain a conversation” without saying that

"I felt there was no point in telling anyone anything that was happening inside me."

-Christa Wolf, tr. by Jan Van Heurck, from "Cassandra:A Novel and Four Essays".

I don’t have a god complex. I am a god.

Falling: Rambling #21

21st April 2022, 21:52

Do you know what I would really love to do? It’s like an itch beneath my skin that I cannot scratch. I really want to climb to the top of a really high building, a skyscraper, and simply fall off. I want to soar through the sky. I want to feel my hair flapping around me. My clothes thrashing in the wind. I want to fall and fall and fall, but I never want to hit the ground. I don’t want it to end. Just falling, falling, falling. Falling as fast as a bullet. I would smile, and I would outreach my arm. My fingertips would stretch upward towards the sky. And I would be so content. A paradise. A haven that I am weightless. I am free from pain, free from gravity. I am simply free. Falling and falling. Existing in the nonexistent. The place that one who was not supposed to exist should be.

~ 化け猫 (Bakeneko)