OH hey guiz
in APUSH class we were talking about the 1920s
and the topic of moonshine came up.
Had to do a project ‘bout it.
Watched a vid about moonshine-making
and there was this bearded hillbilly guy in it
named Popcorn Sutton
TIM. POPCORN. TIM. POPCORN.
THIS WAS GOING THROUGH MY HEAD THE ENTIRE FREAKING CLASS.
My Tale - Part 5 - The Aftermath Thoughts
I came to a realisation that night, that I liked how things had turned out. I couldn’t simply be truly scared of anything… except myself. And it made me wonder.
Just how this is possible?
Lately, I found myself wondering about the subject yet again, coming to yet another realization that could possibly drive me mad.
I watch the show which is most probably the “cutest” show there is without regret
yet I watch/read creepypasta as well without getting paranoid like the rest and I get no nightmares either.
Just how is this possible?
How there is two sides so different in me?
I guess I can only say, that the dark side of people truly exists. It just needs to surface.
And never leave.