Its been a Ghost World day, an instruction manual on How to Disappear Completely. I've made my last exit from reality and swallowed the key. Worthless no longer becomes your remark. Frozen in time and I can't help but be detached. You won't follow this daydream. It only exists if I open my eyes. Here is your sanction, my final admission. ( Read more... )

The Ultimate LiveJournal Obsession Test
CategoryYour ScoreAverage LJer Community Attachment4.3%
You have one or two loyal pals on LJ... But you probably have better things to do with your time.23.67% MemeSheepage12.28%
You fill out forms at work - why should you fill them out for fun?29.69% Original Content4.84%
It's okay to talk. People won't bite ( Read more... )

Naps are taken much nicer when surrounded by familiar noises. The memories involved in the running commentary sedate my abusive anxiety attacks. The warm air from the fire dances above my head. The cold air, so comforting, radiates the cushions. The blanket I wore as a safety net. I was so alone then, dozing off. Its taken so long to ( Read more... )

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People who phone others (unless in the case of emergency) between 12am and 7am have no soul. I think we should collect these people and secure them all into a cave. Cell phones should not work in enclosed caves, so the world will be safe once again. They could call out to eachother by use of loud echoes. Noone would get any sleep in this cave ( Read more... )

The sounds of hard rain and rolling thunder are so beautiful. We really take good storms for granted. It makes me wish I were in a glass box, in the middle of a field. Not that I have any problems with being soaked by rain, though. It would sound so interesting inside a glass box ( Read more... )

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I recieved an email from my sister today and now have reasoning behind the anxiety attacks ( Read more... )

A small prick to the finger doesn't seem to be a good reason to visit the ER, not in the normal perspective anyway. I brought the injury to myself, trying to find him in the closet again. Maybe I'll have to go through with the prank before he'll appear again. He's on advice strike, you see ( Read more... )

Decisiveness was a skill forced on me. I've been told I have to right to be bitter, but not the right to dwell. Reasoning is hard to find without him lurking around in my dreams. I was scared then, but prepared now ( Read more... )