Things around me are getting bizarre. Creepy crawling shadows, whispers in our peerless hallway, hallowed mattresses as if someone was trying to lay or sit down beside me, so like twilight zone bizarre episodes reruns.
Tini-nining-tini-nining.
Next time shrill screams?

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same old. same old. nothing much 'cept loading myself tons of yaoi even crashing a little.

stan rice

is perfectly disturbed.

- read memnoch the devil by anne rice.

Even before I emerged from childhood, I seem to have experienced, deeply at heart, that paradoxical feeling which was to dominate me all through the first part of my life: that of living in a world without any possible escape, in which there was nothing for it but to fight for an impossible escape. ~~ Victor Serge, Memoirs

i couldn't seem to be remotely in control with my thoughts... disorganized, chaotic, frantic, anxious long days... always slightly exhausted, never contented, and in distraught with something i have no knowledge or a clue to why... emotions could become so intense, i gasp for air and i don't know why... questions came in bundles, tears in buckets ( Read more... )

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