Happily insane blogs

[Karethas Khellandurn]

characterposting my character’s bloggings here from time to time, apologies in advance for the writing)

I have been so very strange from time to time, it may be thatI'mm finally starting to lose the grip on what's real and what's not.
Forexamplee a few days back i had this strange phenomena that usually happens whenI'mm not quite sure of what to do, found my fists smashing the wall, even if i just now thought that they're so pretty.. ”I'm sorry walls!”

After a brief session of severe self-flagellation for the punishment i need for being bad and hurting my best friend wallI'mm back, well not thatI'dd ever be fully here,I'vee been leaving so many pieces of me laying around as of late, so sad..Welll not that it'd actually be sad,I'mm plenty happy and- oh god, did the lamp just grow fangs-. I'll just ignore it and it will walk away, it'll never catch me, nor will thepretty-boyss in white suits, they're plain evil, they won't go away if i ignore them. I'm pretty sure of that.

So now that we're still up to being us, well i divorced with my other me as it started talking about having children, but my head can only hold so many mes(Meaning his splits and multiple personalities). It's getting really damn crowded in my head, seriously. Okay so what's been happening now thatI'mm aboutCaliforniaa somewhere on someplace. All i know i have to be real nice or they're going to pass me into correctional facility,at-leastt that's what i think they'd to, though it might be very pleasurable to be there,I'lll find that out someday i hope.

Ah now there's a plan, that's a good one too,I'lll eat the remaining spices i have left for today's food, yes that would be great, but i might pass outafterwards, doesn't really matter does it.. Oh my, the walls are black again and they're bleeding, now that there are those skeletal hands reaching after me i think it'd be safer to just... Reelax and forget i thought of honeybees just now. Oh sweet, honey would be good for those hands, new yellowcolorr and all could be lively for them, 'ey look awfully deadie to meat-leastt. I'll go draw smilies for them now, butI'lll return, or not.. That depends if the whiteys pop out of nowhere and tell meI'vee done something wrong and i need therapy, oh gosh that'd be horrible, they always want to make me hit thetherapistt in the face, i know they want... It's always been the right answer in the shapelystuff questions, it's a conspiration i tell you.

(OOC) Well that's about it for now.)

[Karethas Khellandurn]

I had the weirdest of all happy things today, i saw the waffle on the wall grow a face and it had a mouth, it was very awful, yet strangely fascinating. After twenty-two hours of staring at it i realize it's not real and i can't eat it. It still stays there, probably because it's a very pretty waffle, perhaps I'll name it a cutepie. Ah as well as today's sane thoughts are sane, probably, I'm keeping track of my sanity so i can visit something called a psychiatrist.. They say it's good for you to see the psychiatrist, perhaps he/she is a very popular person, i should give him the waffle and just walk away, never good with popular people.

This insanity that i know i have is so very melancholic from time to time, leaving me to bite the dust yet another day. Though there is also a meaning behind my every move and thing, but nobody will ever have a clue that I'm about, I'm clueless of it myself.

Okay now the facts i know, perhaps it'll restore a pretty portion of that shiny sanity i had bottled up somewhere. The first fact is that I've thirsted for blood deep within from the very start. The second fact is that i find myself very sickening from time to time. The third fact is that I'm destined to be a loner like many other beings in this world, it's really fancy. Lastly the fact that keeps me going.. The fact that i exist still, because i won't stop until i die for that dark eternity waiting me in the abyss for all my deeds, which i do not have the time to regret in this existence i have left. Hmm, perhaps the fact i won't stop going on is called determination by some, for me it's a simple fact. I don't need determinations or ambitions, they'll all come naturally to me someday.

Ah well that'd end my madness to die, also it'd set me free, but it's boring to die, so very boring. As well as is the fact that i exist, which leads me to conclusion that I'll save my death for special occasions, hopefully there'll be cake! Now I'll see myself later, bye me.

[Karethas Khellandurn]

Ah a healthy new piece of blog.. Nothing more refreshing, really.

Now it's time to tell the world that the wall is not cake.. No that's not quite it, it had something to do with the fridge stealing all the cables in the room, it's still pitch black, since I broke the lamp so I could cut the evil floor with the shards.. It was a few days ago that i noticed the walls covered in blood and something scribbled onto one of them, it had something to do with a phrase that I found from the Internet.. Actually now that I think of it, oh gods what have I done!?
Oh it must be nothing, just something about all that blood made me feel a bit strange for a moment there, now I can see the wall clearly. 'Dolor quod Rabies' is what is written on the wall, what does it even mean, what nonsense. I want to kill whoever wrote that, wait I wrote it myself! For this I'll have to excuse myself...

After several hours and many new healthy bruises more, I'm back again, now every thing's clear, there's an demon in the apartment.. As I firstly suspected, it lives in the fridge!

The fridge was empty, but I think I saw the red eyes.. Shit I'm so sorry anyone might be reading this, please go away! There we go again.. This'll get interesting once I find that demon here somewhere. Oh look the screen is covered in something red... There's someone's face there, I fear it belongs to me.. The reflection it's familiar. I have to go and talk to myself some more, there's one more of me in this place inside my head that has cornflakes everywhere.