tagged by anathema! XD
Rules: The 1st player of this "game" starts with the topic "6 Weird Habits/Things About Yourself" and people who get tagged need to write a journal about their 6 Weird Habits/Things as well as state this rule clearly. In the end, you need to choose the next 6 people to be tagged and list their names.
1) i also want a zombie wiener dog to do my bidding. (that would be awesome anathema!)
2) i can bend the last segments of my fingers
3) i don't mind the idea of population control through zombies
4) i've been known to sleep-walk
5) on the halloween of 2004, i had 666 mp3s
6) every time i do one of these test things, i'm reminded of one of my instructors (Joe). at the beginning of the term, he always makes you tell something unique about yourself to every individual in class. it sucks when it's a big class. or if you have multiple classes with joe.
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i'm finally out from finals! suhhhweeet! i'm so relieved from stress and disorder and weekly deadlines!
not only that, i've gotten out of this depression that i've been in for what seems to have been so long. after breaking up with someone you get so lost and disoriented. the only thing you try to focus on is school and the work that you do. everything else just doesn't exist anymore. all the feelings that exist, all the crap that happens doesn't matter. it all just happens on the inside.
i'm terrible about telling people this sort of thing, i just let it build up inside so that the only time it shows is when i can't hold it in anymore, then i just shut down-no emotion at all. so many people told me that i was cold and asked what was wrong, it was irritating.
the only time i had emotion was in my dreams. i hate them so much. so unspeakably awful, they were this feeling that you had no control- that all your limbs were cut off and all that was left of you was this bleeding torso. pain, suffering, not being able to do anything, even help the others you care for. for a few minutes there was this point in the morning where i woke up every week and wanted to die. it was an honest yearning for death. how could dreams effect someone that much?
'hey, i'm going to die, don't expect me anymore'
and who do you tell that to? certainly not the person you just broke up with. and especially when you're worried about her too. i couldn't even be honest with myself. everyone always says 'it'll be okay.' bullshit. sometimes it's not. sometimes life ends when you want it to. i know it's selfish, and that's the only reason i'm still living.
the sad fact of everything is that it was everything, it wasn't just breaking up that lead to that feeling. it was all the pressure that i let build up from everything else.
anyway,
oh well. i haven't had any nightmares in a while. sometimes you can get so happy without drugs or alchohol or death.
