Alcohol is an interesting substance.

It can take people of sound mind and thrust them into this world of personality disorders. And only for a couple hours. An instant insanity.

Whether or not it's healthy, I'm going to blame alcohol.

Quite an interesting night. Infact, so interesting that I dont even want to record it for future journaling.

What I will talk about, however, are the dreams I just woke up from. Dreams that worry me, or even discourage me. Dreams with my Dad. I've had several several dreams about my dad since he died, of course. That would only be normal. But all ( Read more... )

Break my knees ( Read more... )

life is like a bucket of worms

and you just dont know what the fuck to do with it.

Oh how cliche to make the subject of a journal entry a modest mouse lyric. What am I? A flagler student ( Read more... )

I had a dream that Kieran died. I'm not really sure how he died, but he was no longer with me. He came back to visit me though. I cried and cried and told him how I wasnt sure that I could be with anyone else. That it didnt seem worth it. He told me he only had a limited amount of time to visit me, but he could do it multiple times. It was then ( Read more... )

I will never look at the human body the same again. Nor will I ever be able to attend another open casket funeral without becoming physically ill. Actually, I'm currently researching if there is a document that refuses autopsy. Kind of like a DNR (do not resuscitate). I just decided I would prefer a physician not rolling around in my organs and ( Read more... )

I hope I learn how to be perfect.

John Prine - Please Dont Bury Me ( Read more... )

I just had my first nightmare since childhood. The one when you wake up scared of the shadows in your room, but you dont want to close your eyes again for fear of falling asleep. It takes all you courage to roll over and put yourself under the arm of your sleeping partner. You would do anything for a lightswitch and a glass of water ( Read more... )