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Anonymous (ID: kj8PodNN)
2014-06-21 11:48:36 Post No. 552386061
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Anonymous (ID: kj8PodNN)
2014-06-21 11:48:36
Post No. 552386061
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Random shit I gotta get off my chest post.
>Today I went back in time.
>No shit I just got back from 1997, and I think I am going nuts.
>I was fucking around with a site that gave you auditory hallucinations, and I fucked up.
>You are supposed to take breaks, but I left it playing all fucking day, because it wasn't doing shit.
>I was browsing the net, wandering aimlessly, whatever, wasting time, and I suddenly thought of an old girlfriend.
>I could see her face clearly, like I was looking at her just yesterday.
>I have not even thought of her for 16 years. >We broke up amicably, nothing dramatic, no lasting impression.
>As I sat there wondering why I was thinking of her, I heard her call my nickname, like she was standing behind me.
>Startled me, because I am home alone, and no one calls me that anymore.
>As I turn around suddenly I am not at home, I am at school, fucking highschool, the day before we broke up.
>I look at her, and I can hear EVERYTHING, the other kids in the classroom talking about random shit, others in the hallway walking by.
>I look at the chalkboard and I can see our homework assignment for tonight.
>I look around the classroom some more and I can see the brightly colored shirts and denim jeans.
>She calls my name again and as I look at her,
she asks me if I am ok.
>I tell her no, I am not ok, I shouldn't be here.
>I tell her I need to go back.
>She looks worried and asks me if I have been doing drugs.
>I start to walk to the front of the classroom.
>She stops me, I can see her face perfectly, even now, and she tells me "Don't go back"
>I try to get around her, but her grip on me is like a vise, she looks directly at me and whispers "you shouldn't have come here"
and then I realize she isn't looking at me, but behind me.
>I look behind me and I see myself, my old self, he pulls me away from my old girlfriend and as she loses her grip on me.
>The last thing I hear from myself is
“open the door/get on the floor/everyone walk the dinosaur"
