I want to die. I want to burn through hellfire and singe off everything that holds me back, everything that makes me who I am. I want this slow burn to speed up and consume me, and it doesn’t matter what’s left, as long as it’s not this.
Monthly Archives: May 2016
The Twins Dream
I was thinking about a dream that’s stayed with me for years, and am surprised it wasn’t archived in 2004 or 2009. I think I kept it within me, but kept it buried from 2009 on, until idk when. When I was 13, so this was sometime in 2001, I had a dream I woke up from a nap on this bed, like the bed was made and I slept on top of the blankets. I looked over to my left and saw the ocean out the window and it was during sunset, so I know this was the west coast, and am guessing somewhere in California. It was calm, with cool colors, and thin white curtains that were open were hanging over the window. I got up and looked at the mirror hanging from the bedroom door, I was an adult. My hair was shoulder length and I had blunt bangs (I’d never had my hair like this before), I was wearing a red sleeveless blouse and loose black pants, and I was very pregnant. A man, who I could only imagine was my husband, walked into the bedroom. I hate how dreams don’t let you see faces, I never remembered seeing facial features, but I remembered he was tall, and had very dark hair. He kissed me, then knelt down and kissed my tummy twice, and that’s how I knew we were having twins. I’d forget about this dream for a few years then remember it at random. It was just nice. I remember wondering what I’d look like as an adult woman someday too. Half knowing I’d be really pretty, half hoping. Wondering if I’d recognize the other person in the dream in a few years even though there were no details, and it could be anyone. They’re just dreams.
It’s been a weird day mentally, which has probably been an accumulation of this week. It’s been spiraling stress thoughts of death. Like a spiraling call of death for anyone who ever worked in a call center lol. In a weird place, but I’ll be fine when I wake up in the morning. Trying to remind myself I’m beautiful cause I’m not feelin it right this second. I don’t need anyone to tell me I’m beautiful. I just need to write this out of my system. Good night.
We met on a Tuesday
It’s been two years, and you still make me believe in love at first sight.
My wifey is a mermaid
My wifey’s hair was super red again a she dressed up as Ariel from the little mermaid, in the blue and black dress with her hair in a bow for Halloween. And it was perfect! She looked like a character at Disneyland omg, and she flashed her huge smile, and she was wearing these pearl earrings, and had the long flowey skirt with a petticoat under, and she had some fake blood going down from the corner of her mouth to the bottom of her chin and she was holding a severed zombie hand while hugging someone who was dressed up as a zombie for Halloween. This was in the daytime out on her front porch and omg. ^-^
And there were donuts, so many donuts! I went to this bakery and asked for two, not realizing I ordered two dozen. So when I got back I opened the box and kept pulling more donuts ou on to this wire basket to try and figure out which one I wanted to eat. They were all fancy and decorated differently and a lot of them had this vanilla cream kinda like frosting inside. I found one I ripped open and it was flakey inside like a croissant with some chocolate in it so I decided to eat that one.
White frosting red Cakey
We were chatting on video while I was sitting after hours in my office. I was wearing a white dress and my hair was longer. After a couple minutes I decided to mute the computer so I couldn’t hear you panic when I grabbed the knife and you could see it, I didn’t want you to distract me while I stabbed myself. It hurt so bad that I didn’t have the strength to keep pulling the knife to the side and accidentally jerked it up diagonally across my stomach.. it was strangely calm while I bled out. And then I woke up.
Worst Nightmare
You married Anna. She was trying to pull off a scam and it involved Tacey, that chick from nationals who sucks. Anyway, Anna needed your help to pull it off and said you needed to be married for it to work, and you decided to help her. I couldn’t stop it, I couldn’t do anything. My stomach hurts so bad.
Everything is weird!
This thing is super behind and my mind is all over the place anyway, so it’ll be a while before I can gather my thoughts and write out where I’m at. You just had me for the last couple of weeks, so I thought I should at least try giving you a break this weekend. Hah
Super tired, managed 4 hours of homework (accidentally napped in the middle). It’s 11:18pm on a school night, ugh.
1:59AM
Is it still day dreaming if it’s in the middle of the night? I can’t sleep tonight anyway.
Listening to Portishead’s Insensible and “planning,” going over things I’d like to do, or try to pull off.
It’s surprisingly not painfully lonely right now, maybe it’s the music, or the promise of tomorrow. The promise of a few weeks from now..
I’m still sad when it comes to the necessity of dishonesty. From either side. Even if no one else ever knew, even if no one was ever hurt, I still know. I still have problems not living honestly the way I want. I can’t rationalize it, or justify anything, just accept that I am making exceptions for my own selfishness. I don’t feel bad for anyone else, but I’m not happy with myself right now.