OH hey guiz
So yeah
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
POPCORN. SUTTON.
TIM. POPCORN. TIM. POPCORN.
THIS WAS GOING THROUGH MY HEAD THE ENTIRE FREAKING CLASS.
WHATIFTIMISRELATEDTOTHISGUY?
RELATED?
HOLY JESUS
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.
