I can't take it.
I don't remember my dream.
I usually do for awhile at least.
It gets mixed in with real life.
It becomes a hallucination for a bit.
Not this time.
I'm just scared.
I only got on my computer so some light would shine in my room.
Now all I hear is the clacking of the keyboard and my fan going.
Apparently I shaved my face from sometime in between 9-12.
I can't remember what I was doing before I fell asleep.
I don't know what to do now.
I can hear footsteps outside my door.
It's probably in my imagination though, because everyone here is a heavy sleeper.
I kinda wish Christine would visit me.
She's probably busy practicing her own s**t right now.
She's the only person who sneaks out to see me.
She brings me her dad's alcohol.
She's enabling me.
I'm starting to feel sick.
I keep coughing.
I have a cut on my leg apparently.
It hurts a lot.
It was bleeding but I stopped it it seems.
I've got ants on me still, but I'm pretty sure they're not real.
Why would they be real, I don't have s**t on me for them to eat.
Unless they're into flesh.
Flesh eating ants.
I'm freaking myself out.
The best thing to do in this situation would be to sleep.
If only I could.
I'll just sit here in the dark.
Flesh eating ants on me.
Think about a bunch of s**t I guess.
I'd hug J.C. but honestly I don't want to go near him much.
He's a ******** up individual now.
People just can't ******** change.
I just can't ******** change.
Great I pissed myself off.
I'm still scared.
Such a plethora of emotions.
The only ones I feel lately.
I took some painkillers for my headache.
Now I feel nothing.
These flesh eating ants could kill me and I'd feel nothing.
The monsters I hallucinate could come into my so called reality and eat me.
I'd feel nothing.
I'm feeling nothing, but I'm crying.
Maybe these aren't real either.
I can hear a plane but I have no way of knowing if that's real or not.
I can hear screams but they're inside my head.
It's all in my head.
It's all in my head.
It's all in my head...