I need sleep
People are always like “oh, u have a great imagination, thats a real gift and it makes u so creative and shit.” And its like, yeah it does and im happy that I do have a pretty good imagination, but what the fuck am I supposed to do when im laying in bed at fuckin 2 in tha morning imagining a fucking monster c omeing outta my closet or a fucking rando cat jumping on my bed and clawing me to death or a fucking puppet from “dont hug me im scared” come through my door like why cant I think about like, Stanley pines under my bed insted of monsters or like steven universe c omeing through my door and being like, “u wanna cookie cat?” And me be like “yes my good fellow I would love a cookie cat.” Or fucking star butterfly shoowshing in and give me a puppy or a Unicorn or some shit? I mean I would take imaginating bill cipher whatching me from my closet! I mean BILL FUCKING CIPHER!!! … wait, no I wont. I just imagined it and it was creepy af… but like… yeah… just thoughts I have at 2 o clock at night… dont worry bout it.