This is just torture. Every half an hour or so I remember about Brad, and it's fucking torture. Why the fuck did he ruin his perfection with this sudden change? Seriously, dafuq, Brad? He was so perfect last week, and now he's an asshole. Not only that, but there's nothing I can do about it. I'm afraid to contact him because I'm pretty sure he hates me now for no reason.
This is getting to intense for my journal. In other news, I'm getting into creepy things. Creepypastas and unreleased Spongebob episodes aren't creepy enough for me. I tried playing Amnesia: The Dark Descent, but it's bugged as fuck for me and doesn't launch. I did manage to find The Blair Witch Project, so I'll watch that tonight and let you guys know how it was. It's going to be extra good for me, because it taked place in the state that I live in. Fuck yeah. Oh, and I might read one of the many Stephen King books in my collection. Help me decide: It, The Shining, or Gerald's Game?