
So you wanna hear what I have to say?
Well sit back and listen.
*New Just recently I received an entry in my guestbook, and it really struck me hard that people in this world tend to look for things to piss other people off. This entry didn't exactly piss me off, but I know that that was her intention. Even though she did NOT succeed in doing this, it was the mere attempt that is sad! How dare people slide to such a low spot just to anger someone. *sigh* whatever.
You can't control me, there goes my pain, it has no
meaning, there goes the world...so many lyrics, how do you remember them all? Music,
it has such a powerful impact. More than you really know. It has you wandering around forever
repeating the lyrics and humming the tunes. I'd die without music. It's my other release
aside from writing. What is real, just a dream...it's somewhere in between.
Do you ever just sit there and not know why you are shaking? Your body burning, but you
just keep shivering. Nothing can stop it. Until you go into a daze from the images around
you, you wonder will it ever stop. This maddening occurrence is driving you crazy. No fear,
and not cold...from what do you shake?
scary happenings
Acting out dreams in sleep is definately my scariest feature. I feel sorry for who ever will
share a bed with me. I had a dream that someone scratched the back of my hand with their
nails and the next morning my hand was sore. On my right hand a little gash had swollen over
and under one of my left nails was flesh. Two months later it happened again only my left
hand was gashed.
about a week ago i had a dream that this hot guy i used to be totally infatuated with was laying
outside a video rental store on the ground and i walked over and we
began talking. 2nights later i was walking inside HEB and he was
driving down the isles in his car. our paths continued crossing and
finally he stopped and we began talking. there was someone else in
the car but i couldn't tell who it was.
awhile back i had a dream it was new years eve and i was standing in katie's living room. my wrist was
suddenly slashed open but there was no blood. my arm was hollow
with dried veins and my left hand was connected by only a 1 in strip
of skin. a woman walks over to me and examines it, she then
proceeds to tear off my left hand and placed it in my right hand. no
pain, just shock.
summer is quite possiblly my favorite season! sure, winter is great *i've never seen snow,
growing up in the south and all...* fall is fun, cooler weather, and halloween *my fave holiday!* spring is
my least favorite season. yeah, the flowers bloom, but it's still too cold to swim and tan outside,
and it's too late to even bother wishing for snow...it's and awkward season for me i suppose...
i think it would be the coolest thing to be able to fly. and i don't mean in a narcotics induced way
either. like if it were humanly possible to jump off your roof and fly...float around town, and hey, getting
places would be so much easier b/c, forget the roads, just make a beeline to where ever you are
headed.
Why is it that people thrive on conflict? Somehow everything turns into a heated battle. The smallest body movement or the slightest raised voice tip you off. Sometimes I think people subconscieniously want to fight about everything. I don't understand, but I know what it's like to be blinded by anger...but I don't look for confrontation...or do I? The worst kind of examination is self. People (me included) are afraid to go to the source of problems...most of the time blame is not with one, but with both.