I'M GOING TO DIE, GUYZ

[neigedens]

K, so let's suppose a couple of things:

1) It's almost 2 in the morning.

2) You're still awake reading scary Stephen King novels and playing scary flash games.

3) You would go to your little dog for comfort and solace but you're giving her the cold shoulder because she chewed up an essential part of your wardrobe the previous morning. (I really liked that belt ;_;)

4) YOU'RE A COMPLETE FUCKING PANSY.

That would leave you with me, curled up alone with her brick-shitting terror in bed, reading "1408."

Yeah, I'm smart, don't tell me.

Comments

[thewordslinger.livejournal.com]

Haha, well, at least we know you're kidding. There's no such thing as a scary Steven King novel.

Read House of Leaves if you want to shit out a house. I'll loan it to you sometime.

[neigedens.livejournal.com]

DID YOU MISS THE PART WHERE I'M A TOTAL FUCKING PANSY? D: D: D:

[thewordslinger.livejournal.com]

Not so much of a pansy that you do not willingly submit yourself to these situations.

I used to be ashamed of how frightened I go by horror novels and so on, until I realized that 1. This means I have a good enough imagination and cognitive power to completely and totally envision the utter, gut-wrenching horror, and 2. That I kept coming back for more, defying fear to keep trying to make me run away and never come back.

You're braver than you think.