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wolven7So i write a post about friends and stuff... and then people i know are having issues, and can't find me, when they say they need me.. i feel like an ass.... my horror scope told me to be social, today... We shall see... i have to go down to the Philosophy Dept. tomorrow, anyway for the free food... So there's some socialisation...
In addition to being woken up, several tymes, by a semi-nocturnal feral rooster, i had another dream about friends and betrayl, and people laughing at me... Then i screamed, and i made a man's ears bleed from 30 yards, at least... Not my best, but what are you gonna do, when your emotions are roiling like that, and you can't focus worth a damn, right? Right. *sigh*
i feel like shit and i can't find people. My emotions are all over the place and i don't know what i think about Trust, right now... i'm really typing to type. typing to get these thoughts out of my head and into a place where i can see them and do something with them... i don't like being cold and wet when i have to carry things... i want to be malicious, sometymes... sometymes i want to be evil... then i remember that i Care, and that all kicks in, and brings guilt with it... it's a cycle... Haven't talked to Karen in a few days... i miss her.
i want a Scythe. People are very reactionary... Things are following them, and, instead of asking what the hell they WANT, they either kill them, or chase them off or scare them. A wuestion may get answers, folks. Maybe they didn't want to interrupt, or wanted to reassure, without intruding... Stuff like that. Blarg... Messeges can't get delivered if the messenger is dead, BEFOREhand... Don't get me started on that...
i know i'm probably not making a lot of sense to a lot of people, right now, but that's ok. All in due course, right? Right. So... blah. Any questions? Feel free to ask them of me, and i shall do my best to answer... or something. Who knows. i feel... the same for having written this. Shit. This was supposed to be cathartic... *checks organs and self* Nope. Not shriven.... Ah well...
i'm really getting worried about these dreams of betrayl... If i have another one, something's going to have to get done... Oh. and my grandmother and grandfather were in it. Only, while my grandmother was my grandmother, My grandfather, while being my grandfather who died back in november, was also this something else, and the G was captalised. There was this swirling pit/cauldron of something or another, and that's how i was supposed to talk to him, and it also Was him... weird shit....
i'm pretty much done here...
Mmmyep...
In addition to being woken up, several tymes, by a semi-nocturnal feral rooster, i had another dream about friends and betrayl, and people laughing at me... Then i screamed, and i made a man's ears bleed from 30 yards, at least... Not my best, but what are you gonna do, when your emotions are roiling like that, and you can't focus worth a damn, right? Right. *sigh*
i feel like shit and i can't find people. My emotions are all over the place and i don't know what i think about Trust, right now... i'm really typing to type. typing to get these thoughts out of my head and into a place where i can see them and do something with them... i don't like being cold and wet when i have to carry things... i want to be malicious, sometymes... sometymes i want to be evil... then i remember that i Care, and that all kicks in, and brings guilt with it... it's a cycle... Haven't talked to Karen in a few days... i miss her.
i want a Scythe. People are very reactionary... Things are following them, and, instead of asking what the hell they WANT, they either kill them, or chase them off or scare them. A wuestion may get answers, folks. Maybe they didn't want to interrupt, or wanted to reassure, without intruding... Stuff like that. Blarg... Messeges can't get delivered if the messenger is dead, BEFOREhand... Don't get me started on that...
i know i'm probably not making a lot of sense to a lot of people, right now, but that's ok. All in due course, right? Right. So... blah. Any questions? Feel free to ask them of me, and i shall do my best to answer... or something. Who knows. i feel... the same for having written this. Shit. This was supposed to be cathartic... *checks organs and self* Nope. Not shriven.... Ah well...
i'm really getting worried about these dreams of betrayl... If i have another one, something's going to have to get done... Oh. and my grandmother and grandfather were in it. Only, while my grandmother was my grandmother, My grandfather, while being my grandfather who died back in november, was also this something else, and the G was captalised. There was this swirling pit/cauldron of something or another, and that's how i was supposed to talk to him, and it also Was him... weird shit....
i'm pretty much done here...
Mmmyep...
