The truth being my notes……..MY BIGGEST MISTAKE.

Posted: July 25, 2016 in Uncategorized
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I am feeling this new change. I would like to tell you guys of the change, but I think will leave that for another blog. Today, I will tell you guys about what is happening. I want to tell you guys the effects of my decision, mainly to show you that it isn’t that bad. I haven’t found any bad from my choice, but I have found a lot has been changing. The fact that I am more confident, not only in writing but also during my work. I am happier, I feel a new happiness arising.


     During the last week, I found that I am smiling more, even when I am mad. But the best thing is that my blog is rising. The stats are finally where I want them to be. I wanted to push myself to the next level, but I didn’t know where that was, so I called out to get some help, that is when I found this man. He was a very cool guy, he was wearing a trench coat, as he sat on the bench next to my work. He smiled, like an old friend, when he saw me. He got up from the bench, came over to me and gave me an index card. I was unsure about the card, but the logo caught my eye. His logo resembled the top of the pyramid of the dollar bill, but I couldn’t think of it at the moment, so I nervously put the card in my back pocket and walked away. As I walked away I heard the man proclaim that he had the answer to my fears, and to call him when I got my mind together. I threw up my arm and walked away.
I wanted to throw away the post card, I really did, but something was calling me to it. I didn’t know what the man meant or what sick game he was playing, but he seemed to know what I was going through. This what the moment that I had to make the decision; Would I carry my own, chasing a dream that seemed impossible or would I call him for help. After hours of sleeping on it, I decided to give him a call. He told me the keys of receiving the ultimate attention to my blog. I was amazed by his knowledge, but he said that he needed me to give him something in return. I figured this was a way to get money, so I simply chuckled. He didn’t find it as funny as me and told me that it was serious. I asked him to tell me what he needed. I wasn’t ready to hear what he said, but I knew that I was too far now to step back, so I agreed.
After I made my choice, he told me that I had to write it in stone, revealing my decision to the whole world. Knowing that my dad was going to have a heart attack, I chose to post it on the day that I closed, at my store, in order to be away from my phone when he read it. I wrote the letter, and signed it with the blood of my body. I then said the magic words, and boom I was in the club. I was now a part of something bigger than my understanding. During all of this, I was too busy seeking the instant fame, that I forgot what I just gave away and what it could do to me if I allowed it to get out of control. I started to regret my decision, fearing what I was doing, until the stats started to pour in. My blog views are higher than last week, my likes are piling in, and people are interacting with me. I even feel happier. My job has been easier, also. Costumers are drawn to me and are allowing me to keep my cool by not being stupid. I am enjoying this whole change, I couldn’t imagine being happier, and it could only get better from here on out. I am glad that I met that guy, if it weren’t for him, I wouldn’t have the passion to write you guys, anymore. I love you guys, I beg you to not hate me for doing this. Please realize, I am just trying to live my dream.


-Edited on 7-24-16-
I am freaking the hell out. I don’t know what to do! What the freak am I to do?
I am searching for a way out of this, I am trying to get my life back, but there is no door! I’m trapped in this decision, and it is beginning to get weird. I didn’t know that I was going to be doing this stuff! I truly thought that I would just give away my soul, then I would be rolling in the fame, the money, and the attention that I wanted, but that is the opposite of what I have got! I have been seeing stuff. Every corner that I have been turning, I have been seeing shadows. I have been hearing voices, also. They are watching me, making sure that I am sacrificing myself to them, every second of the day. I thought it was me overreacting at first, overthinking the situation, as usual. But then today happened.

I spent a long time out last night and didn’t get much sleep. Today I went to work, put in my nine hours and came home. I was exhausted after the workday, but the silver lining was that I had a few open hours, so I decided to sit down at my desk and write. I have been writing new ideas on stick-its, which then get turned into blog post. But during the planning, I slipped into a deep sleep. I woke up to see that I had a lot of post-its scattered on my desk. I started to flip them over to see that I had a lot of new ideas created, I thought “that a boy, you go, Blake!” After cleaning up the post-its, I needed to go to the bathroom. As I walked into the kitchen, I noticed that there were thirty stick-it notes on the wall.


     Most of the stick-its were blank, but with the ones that weren’t; they spelled out a really nerve racking message. The message was in my handwriting, but I never wrote the message. The note read; “We are coming for you, we are one, fame.” I am freaking nervous guys. What have I done, I don’t want to do this anymore. I can’t stand hearing the voices, and now I am drawing on myself. I am drawing the logo without control. I don’t want to do this, I want to go back, but I can’t. I don’t want the fame, I don’t care, cut the cords. I am done, the fame isn’t worth this. I could have had the fame without selling my soul, now its too late. I am now the possession of the devil, and he decides what I do, and when I do it. I don’t want this…….I don’t want to do this anymore.


I am sorry.


After word:

I am sorry to worry anyone. I saw that this was a good little post, and I had a little fun while posting this series. I am thankful for all of you, but you guys will never be worth my soul. I love my life too much to sell it for a few years of the spotlight. I would never do something so stupid. Jesus is my life, my savior. Through Jesus, I know that I will always have fame. This was all just a joke! I signed the paper with hot sauce, and I never muttered a word. I never met a guy, and would never sell my soul to someone outside of my job. The Illuminati is something serious, something that I wouldn’t want to get tied into. I hate to believe that certain Celebrities have bought into the lies, but know this; I will never sell out. I have too much fun building my audience, its something I want to spend my whole life doing. It wouldn’t be fun if I got famous over night, so I will keep the struggle and I will rock this shit! But sorry to anyone who fell for this, I didn’t mean to scare you(if I did). Love you guys

Impromtdude @


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