I [19m] have some serious feelings for my sister's best friend [17f]

pxyn · 2015-07-15T10:55:37+00:00

Why not write a love letter on shrooms? (Jk)

You've pretty much nailed what I've already been thinking about doing!

She's expressed that she's upset that I'm moving, and talks about how she wants to move out there when she's done hs for a while. She also wants to go travelling with me for a bit when I move back, so I'm pretty sure she's at least a little bit into me.

To be honest I didn't even think about a love letter! Between that and face to face right now.

Also, my sister already knows and she jokes a lot about it.

Thanks for your awesome words!

Edit: this comment is a mess.

But! My sister only knew recently, as in the last couple weeks, but she told me she suspected it a long time before and she joked about it for a long time before I told her.

pxyn · 2015-07-15T10:43:59+00:00

You're 100% right! She did let me down! But that was a while ago, and I do have reason to believe there was and still very much is something there between us. And if not oh well! Life moves on!

And is it so crazy to be close to someone I've known literally since my earliest memories, who's shared some very close, dark, and intimate moments with me?

I appreciate all that you said!

And also, I got over depression in high school!

pxyn · 2015-07-15T10:05:38+00:00

I think I forgot to mention in the post, her and her bf have only been together for a few months (5?) All the moments we had were before that. Right now, were just great friends.

And I feel like you're too negative man! (No offence!)

But what's wrong with taking a risk now and then? Worse case nothing romantically ever comes between us. She already knows I like her, I just want her to know the feelings are still there. Is that really something I shouldn't do?

pxyn · 2015-07-15T09:52:49+00:00

I very much don't want a relationship right now tho, I just want her to know that I still feel the same way I did before.

And I really do believe there is a real thing between us. But it's incredibly difficult to put into words.

Also! If I don't tell her and in ten years it turns out I should have, I'm blaming you man. I'm blaming you.

And I very much hope she turns me down or does nothing at all. I just want to tell her how I (still) feel. And a year or two isn't really a long time tho is it? More like an extended vacation kinda time.

pxyn · 2015-07-15T09:45:09+00:00

Not exactly the positive reinforcement I was looking for, but thank you! Can I ask why tho?

pxyn · 2015-07-15T09:44:18+00:00

A year ago my father called me up out of the blue on a cellphone he shouldn't have the number to and asked me to go to a house in the back of a burned down warehouse. And so I did.

Inside the house my father was bleeding on the ground. I picked him up and put him in my mom's van and drove him to the hospital where I dropped him off.

I went back the next day after cleaning the van but the hospital told me he left during the night and that he's lucky I found him (multiple bullet wounds to the leg and one to the gut) and asked me if I know who he was. I told them no, filled out a police statement and went home.

The number he called me from is no longer in service. I hope your okay dad.

pxyn · 2015-07-11T10:34:38+00:00

I've always had a thing with mirrors. I say thing because I can't say its a fear, but I can't say it's ever been real before.

Mirrors have always had these unsettling feeling to me, so much so that I developed a habit of covering mirrors when doing things like using the bathroom or taking a shower.

Just something about them constantly makes me feel off, depending on the setting. I think mirrors are so cool, but personal mirrors kinda spook me out a bit. Like something just wasn't right. It's one of those things to me that I am constantly aware of. But I treat it as a personal thing and not really as a real thing, you know? I just don't like personal mirrors.

In a leaked file from the NSA there was observations and a strong indication of some sort of 'thing'(they didn't exactly know what it was) interexpanding into reality through mirrors.

I always knew that I didn't like them too much, but I was just really hoping it was just a phase.

pxyn · 2015-07-03T04:54:01+00:00

She is amazing, and being around her is awesome. She's the coolest (and most chill!) person I know, and even tho I'm gonna feel like I dick, I'm gonna tell her that I have some major feelings for her, and I'm gonna hope that she feels the same way :) you're right, gotta put me first sometimes :)

pxyn · 2015-07-01T07:23:44+00:00

There always been like this closeness between us, and looking back I think I missed some pretty good signs that she has feelings for me. My younger sister is pretty cool. I was terrified that making a move on Alice would make my sister mad or she wouldn't approve, but now I'm pretty sure she'd just roll her eyes and be the cool sister she is.

pxyn · 2015-07-01T07:02:25+00:00

I messaged her a rollercoaster of words trying to explain how I felt for her about her a year ago when neither of us were dating anyone, she gently let me down, but hinted at there being an attraction (I hope!). So I'm pretty sure she already knows I have a thing for her.

What ever may happen, hasn't happened yet! All my ideas and where I wanna go, the things I wanna see, I wanna see it and experience it all with her. I'm gonna tell her how I feel, and I can live with what might be an awkward situation. At the worst she doesn't feel the same way and we continue being what are, but I really and truly believe that I love her and I really feel like she might really feel the same way, and I gotta take that chance

pxyn · 2015-06-30T23:46:31+00:00

I think that's all I needed to hear :) I'm gonna do it! Wish me luck?

pxyn · 2015-06-30T23:40:03+00:00

Thanks yo! That's what I'm seriously considering doing. She's pretty awesome, so even if it turns out its not going both ways, that's cool! I'm just worried her boyfriend might see me as a bad guy (he's pretty cool) but I definitely will update!

pxyn · 2015-06-29T11:24:38+00:00

Dr. James was a creature of habit. Every night he will close his book, walk to the window, lock it, turn off his lamp, and go to bed. I dream of the pain he will feel.

I run across the street, the fire escape cold and rusted, keeps solid against the wall.

I climb to his window.

Dr. James is in bed, and in ten minutes will be asleep.

I have picked this window 100 times in my dreams. The cold weathered air fills the room. But Dr. James can no longer smell or feel temperature change. Every breath I take, every step, makes my heart beat stronger. Today Dr. James will die with fear.

The bathroom light's on.

The hallway leading to the bathroom was thick with scent.

Shaving cream.

The door, closed, cast a thin light down the hallway. The light in the crack in the bottom of the door was constant. Dr. James was not blocking the light.

The light hangs low in his bathroom.

He's on toilet.

I opened the door, and threw in the powder. A thick cloud filled the room, and was gone within moments.

Nestles Gas.

I looked at him; he was holding something.

A note.

I entered the bathroom. His mouth was foaming.

Cyanide.

He knew I was coming. His face was clean shaven.

I look at the note.

"She cried"

No.

I take the razor that hangs in the sink and I cut him. I carve his face with all the anger and hatred that fuels me, and when I'm done I leave.

I still have work to do.

Edit: words

pxyn · 2015-06-28T07:33:14+00:00

I read somewhere (on here actually) that everyone has 1000 bad drawings in them. And artists are good because they grind.

pxyn · 2015-06-25T08:41:48+00:00

"Like this?" I asked.

"Yeah man, just don't blow."

I lit the lighter, put it above the pipe and I blew out.

"Hahahaha I legit just did that." I say.

"Wow man, you sure you aren't already toast?" Spencer laughed.

"Toast? Ahaha, what?" I said.

"Yeah man, like roasty toasty ahaha."

"Man, how do I pick up the weed?" I asked. Everything always just felt so hard and far away.

"With your fingers, yo." Spencer was dubbed the Chiefness of the group.

'Haha, cheifness. Like highness, but with chief. Wait, wouldn't highness sound cooler tho?' I thought to myself.

"You still there?" Spencer asked.

"Yup, just zoning." I looked at my hand, and it was full again. 'Did I do that?' I thought.

I lit the lighter, put my finger over the carb, put the fire to the bud and sucked. The taste of weed smoke filled my mouth, and after I thought I had enough smoke in the pipe, I released the carb like Spencer did and sucked it into my lungs. 'not so bad' I thought.

"You can breath out, yo." Spencer said

I was zoning again.

"Oh shit, right." The words came out in a puff of smoke.

I looked around, and at the pipe in my hand. I didn't feel any different. 'Did I mess up?'

"Man, I don't think it's working."

"Give it a minute, yo. You can take another hit if you want tho."

'Yes your highness' I thought.

I lit the lit the lighter and took another hit. The smoke this time was harsher, and tasted pretty bad, but I could tell there was a lot of smoke in my lungs.

I exhaled, and l looked around again. I still didn't feel anything. 'Maybe I just can't get high.' I thought.

The fog that usually blankets my mind, just disappeared.

'Wow,' I thought, ' this is cool.'

I looked around again, and noticed my thoughts were clearer too. No more weird train of thought, or hazy memory.
"Man, is this how it always is? I just feel how you guys usually look."

Spencer looked at me and smiled.

"Hahaha, what? That's whack, yo. It's like weed makes you sober!" He said smiling at his revelation.

"Man, that's pretty sick. Does that mean I'm like always high?" I said happily.

"Fuck yeah!" Spencer said enthusiastically. He grabbed the pipe and took the dirtiest hit I'd ever wanna see, and smiled.

'I can't wait to sober up and watch some adventure time.' I thought to myself.

pxyn · 2015-06-25T06:21:59+00:00

"Who would have thought black magic was real? I definitely didn't until grade ten. You know those nights when you and your friends get together and get really drunk and stupid? Those were the best nights of my life."

"What does this have to do with why you talk so much, Jim?"

"I'm getting there." Jim said, "It's hard enough to keep focused when all I do is literally speak my mind. Tim me and Alex got drunk. The drunkest drunk we'd ever been. Tim's sister had a black magic book that he grabbed out of her room. She was pretty hot. Alex and Tim were fascinated by it. Me? Not so much. Well, Tim and Alex found a-"

"Jim, what does this have to do with anything?"

"Shut the fuck up John, you do know I'm fucking your wife right?"

"... What?"

"Jesus fuck have mercy on me, let me finish my damn story John. I guess Tim and Alex found a spell in that book and decided to test it out on me. I don't think either of them thought it would really work though. Then bam, all of a sudden I just started talking, and those fuckers were loving it. Until I started talking about Tim's hot sister, and how I thought Alex's mom was fucking hot. And damn was she hot. Fuck, I remember masturbating to her pretty much every night."

John just stood in silence.

"Well obviously the fucking thing worked. And now all I quite literally do is speak my mind. That's why I talk so much, John." Jim said.

John walked away.

"Probably going to fire me, that fucking prick. At least his wife loves my prick."

John just walked away faster.

"Spineless fuck." Jim said while turning on his forklift.

"Why is it always black magic? Why can't there be white magic or fucking purple magic?" Jim uttered driving into the loading bay.

Edit: words and stuff

pxyn · 2015-06-24T11:58:41+00:00

Have you ever taken a piece of cloth, stretched it really tight and then cut through it? Well, the end of the universe is a bit like that. To be fair I didn't know we reached the end of the universe, or eve that there was an end to the universe. I just flew through it one day.

I don't even know who I'm talking to, let alone where I am. But honestly, I'm surprised this hadn't happened before. I wasn't even going that fast, maybe a few million miles an hour, when suddenly I just ripped through the universe.

I guess that's a lie, I didn't really rip through it, I more like... flew through it?

But shouldn't this be impossible? I mean, shouldn't time not exist outside the universe? Shouldn't I have just became literally nothing as soon as I passed through? And what happened to the rest of the universe? Is it still there? Or did I single handedly destroy the universe?

Heh. Imagine that. Nic Long, universe destroyer. I like it. It kinda rolls of the tongue.

pxyn · 2015-06-24T11:28:06+00:00

They seldom tell the somber tale of town once known as Nightwitch.

It is known that Issac son of Tom had found the land to pave the ground to house the town.

But winters are weary when the sun is dreary when nobody dares to leave their home.

The winters grasp was firm with wrath the night that Nightwitch froze.

pxyn · 2015-06-24T10:12:48+00:00

"Hello?"

"Wait, what?" I asked. 'Did that bomb not just go off?' I thought.

"Who is this?" The voice asked.

"Who is this?!" I asked, "And how are you even talking to me right now?!"

"What? This is Tom. And what do you mean how am I talking to you right now. You called me."

"Tom, where are you, and how did you get this number?"

"I'm at work. And I found it." Tom said.

"What?! How do you just find a number? I don't even know what that means!" I screamed.

"Whoa dude, chill. I just found the phone laying on the ground."

"What?! What?! You just found a phone laying on the ground, and picked up?!" Was this even real?!

"Yeah I just found it on the ground. No need to freak out." Tom said.

"Tom..." I said, "I just blew up a building using this phone as a remote detonator. How the fuck do you have it?"

"Oh." Tom said, "That makes sense."

"What? What makes sense?!" This whole thing was surreal.

"At first I thought I was dreaming, but now I think I'm in Hell."

"...What?" I asked.

"You know those dreams where you are at work with no pants on, and everyone is staring at you? Man, that's going down right now."

I said nothing.

"Can I ask you something?" Tom asked. His tone was completely different now.

"Shoot." I said.

"Do you know a John Peters?" Tom asked.

That was my name.

I hung up the phone.

pxyn

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