Yeah.

I sorta figured that it was the SCP logo, but I didn't want to jump to conclusions. No. I'm not fucking with you.

I swear.

On my life.

I am not fucking with you.

What purpose would it serve for me to joke around about this.

Seriously. Why would you even figure that was a joking matter? 

Yeah, I joke about a lot of stuff, but if it would freak others out, I wouldn't do it. That's just a plain dick move. 

Also: No. I haven't seen it in days. Which is good. 

I am happy about that. 


So yeah. Greg, I ain't joking. So you can just stop with that train of thought.


Enjoy -C  

guess who's back. back again

greg is back. tell your friends. 

So yeah, judging from that awful Eminem parody, it's obvious. I'm back. I bet you lifers are super excited. (Cecil said to call you that. Sounds cool enough I guess.) So yeah. Cecil and I made up. *Cue the awwwws* And I hope to continue writing on this blog. 

Which is good enough I guess, but C is still freaking me sometimes with his glances over his shoulders and his small bouts of paranoia where he asks if "The black car is there".  Judging from the other posts on this blog, a car has been following him. That's creepy in itself, but something else sorta stood out.  

The symbol Cecil drew in MS Paint, it looks exactly like the SCP Foundation symbol. 

I mean DAMN. LOOK AT IT. CECIL JUST DREW THE SCP SYMBOL. 

I don't know if he's trying to rationalize his paranoia or anything, but all that means is that I should keep a close eye on him. 'Cuz if he isn't playing a joke on me or you lifers, then he's gone borderline insane. Probably not! Just him playing a joke! I hope. - Gregory Shapely. 

tired... so very tired...

what's up lifers? heh, i guess that's what i'll call you guys now. 
i am really tired.

so very tired. 

more tired than i've ever been. it's actually taking energy to keep my eyes open, much less to type these words. 

i don't know why. my therapist says that i'm tired all the time due to my depression.

i'm not depressed. i feel fine. just really tired. and bored. but mostly tired. 

it's almost as if something's pulling me into a nap. 

but i gotta stay awake. for some reason.

i dunno why, lol.

phones will never enjoy the taste of red velvet cake. this makes me sad. what if those phones wanted to taste some?

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