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Sharks and snakes and maybe some planet or something?
Ok, so it's a bunch of people I dont know and me and were on a boat. A little boat. A boat that wouldn't fit us. Like maybe 20 people in a maybe 35 fter. And they're all swimming in the ocean. The shore is a stretch away but I can see it. I might be able to swim to it, but probably not. So, I'm getting anxious even tho there's nothing wrong. Mandy ( Read more... ) -
I need a new dream journal.
Remembering dreams is a skill. It takes practice to master. I need to keep in practice.
Ok, so first there was something about a hospital? Or an assisted living, but not for the elderly, it was children, and mentally handicapped people. There was something about me hiding something....in a drawer...something sexual so kids didn't see it. Then ( Read more... ) -
annoying.
I just posted two dreams in pretty solid detail and this stupid thing deleted it . -
I sigh
I keep taking these rapid deep breaths, one at a time, gasping inwards so hard that my lungs feel like they're going to pop, but only on the top, the air pressure only pushing down the width of my hand from my collar bone.
I suddenly wonder if that is why I take these breaths--because as deep as my breathes feel, they're not going deep in my lungs ( Read more... ) -
Pain in my chest
My chest hurts all the time and I know it's anxiety. I really wish I could just relax. And if course, the morning it's been it's worst in a couple weeks, since you been gone plays on the radio.
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back at camp
Back at camp. I am a programs coordinator. Basically I am administration over flow. It's kind of neat but a little weird.
It's one of the dozen places I wish I could be at the same time, so it's wonderful, but not as fulfilling as I wish.
I want her here.
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It hurts to sing.
My voice fell out somewhere when I was walking and now it's gone. Not my speaking voice, my singing voice. And this other voice, this look alike, took its place and they're close, but I know it's not right. First of all there is less of it. Second, it sits uncomfortably in the back of my throat. Third....we don't talk like we used to. This ( Read more... ) -
tales from the bad years
at what age do i have to stop smoking
cuz i think theres a cut off
where it stops being cool
and you just have lung cancer
i'm standin on 10th avenue
my toilet is dirty
i'm wearin a wife beater
i'm thinkin about this other girl i met
and i'm smokin a cigarette
i don' think these are the best years of your life
these are
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NO TRESPASSING
This journal is private posts only.
Perhaps if I make friends online, I'll change that.
Talk to me if you want to be my friend, but we'll see.
Sincerely,
Something