Bunny Girl Blog

 Why does history always have to repeat itself. Why can't we learn. Why can't we do better. Why is it that for ever good person there is 100 bad people. And those bad people end up killing the good people, it seems like good is slowly going extinct. This city is filled with so much hate and fear I can feel it. It just needs a spark and something will ignite. Maybe the people will fight. I want to love this world the way I did when I was a kid but the simple fact is I can't. Not without fighting. Not without killing. Not without falling deeper out of innocence. Sometimes I don't want to fight anymore, sometimes I just want to curl up and accept the world as it is. Curse myself and the blood on my hands. But in times like this, I remember why I do it. and I have to keep going, because without the idea of change, what else am I going to do with my life? I can't have a normal life anymore. If I try to join society in any way. They will find me and kill me immediately. T...

What do I do, what do I do, whadoIdo. Whaaaaaaaat do IIIIIIII dooooooooo. I wish I could sing along to the songs I listen to. I doubt I'd be any good. But I still want to. I feel loneliness getting to me again. I feel awful. I don't know what to do. 

 There's ants all over my house. Not sure what to do. Or how to get rid of them 😭 I'd call the exterminator if I wasn't a wanted criminal. Bwoops.

  Some new interesting news. Apparently my house is haunted. Don’t worry, it’s not haunted by a ghost. I wouldn’t be surprised if it was though. No, I’m talking about the neighborhood around my house. Some people have tried to steal or vandalize it. Sometimes I bust them open. And rumors have spread that an “evil spirit” is protecting the house. Yeah? What if you guys are the evil spirits and I’m the kind cute nice spirit that’s just trying to defend her damn house. Not looking forward to the teenage dirt bags coming in here with cameras because they lost a bet or something.  Been a while since I've posted in my Blog. I've been pretty much just playing video games to drown out certain things. Being home for a while is both good and bad. You already know about the bad. But the upside is that... Well. It's my house. I can make as much noise as I want. Not that I can make much noise without my mouth but heyyy. I've been addicted to this Play Station. Finished Final Fanta...

 I have nightmares most nights. But last night I had a dream. It was a dream I was back in school. And there was a kid I used to know. Well, I didn't exactly know him. I just met him. Truth is I don't know why he was in my dream if I barely knew him. Actually. That's a lie. I had this dream 2 nights ago. And I've been thinking about it ever since, and I know exactly why I dreamt of him. Funny how a single action can mistake your brain into thinking you spent much more time with someone than you did, all because of a single hug. 

  I don't like going home. I've already mentioned this. It makes me sad like a constant reminder. But I will say there's a sense of comfort behind that loneliness it reminds me of. It's not like that loneliness ever goes away. It's just... In that house specifically. I start to think about what could have been. So I usually avoid those thoughts by staying in random suburban basements and attics. Home invasion, I know. Not the brightest look for Bunny Girl. But they never find out. Well. Most of them. I don't want to hurt anyone. Why am I trying to justify this to myself. I already know I'm a horrible killer. That's not the point of this entry. The point is I oftentimes find old dusty unused things in people's basements and attics. And I uh... Sometimes steal things and bring them back home. Once again. Not a good thing, I know that. But with how dusty that PlayStation I took the other day was. I knew they probably forgot about it. I'm putting it ...

I'm already pretty dang alone. But not being able to talk really gets to me sometimes. I don't get why. In times where you're isolated from everyone. Sometimes just talking to yourself can make you feel less lonely. Hearing your own voice is just a simple reminder you're alive. But I can't even have that. I can't hum a tune to myself. I can't cry. I can only try to speak and hear my throat struggle to push anything out.  I blame them for it. I will always blame them for it. It's so abundantly obvious I don't know how my parents hid it from me for so long. Just how corrupt people are naturally. All it takes is a little bit of power and people convince themselves they are Gods. They throw other people to the curb, even those who once cared for them. All for selfish gain. Some people can't even comprehend how horrible they are. Somehow they don't even believe what they are doing is that bad. I want to kill them. I want to get rid of them all. I ...