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 Posted: Sun Aug 24, 2008 7:34 pm
Herro! I am Ori-Chan. Right now I'm drinking Ramu Bottle and chomping on Sanrio candies. Schwarz Stein is pumping epic sounds into my cerebullum, making all the cells in my brain have crazy J-rock fantasies while raving in crazy stobe lights and light up flooring.
All cause I'm bored...
Well here I'm going to post dreams, blogs, eventful things in life, new expierences and whatnot.
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Posted: Mon Aug 25, 2008 3:40 pm
Damnit. How can I do this to her? Hurt her that way. She lied to me. Said she'd never ever cut again. And here we are, just running in circles, back in the same posistion as before. You know at least I never promised anyone I would stop. Then I'd just be lying, as she did.
I don't see why I trusted myself with my emotions. Last time I did that nothing went right.
You know no matter how many books I read about this kind of thing, no matter how many people I see going through it, I can never convince myself that I am. Depressed I mean.
I mean is it normal to have these thoughts?
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Posted: Mon Aug 25, 2008 3:43 pm
I dreamed. :O
Yus. I dreamed:
I was in a ballet studio. Looking at myself. All around me there were mirrors. Everywhere I looked, I saw me.
Ow... Something cut my tongue. I taste rust. Blood. Red. And I feel something in my mouth.
So I take it out.
A piece of shiny red-stained glass smiles at me. Another cut. And I just keep taking these pieces of glass out of my mouth. And it never stops.
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Posted: Wed Aug 27, 2008 1:18 pm
I dreamed...In detail!
Yus. I dreamed. In detail. Cause I have no life.
Piercing light temporarily blinded me as my eyes opened. As they adjusted to the light I digested the scene.
I was in a mirrored room. Every wall was a mirror. The corners were rusted a bit, and there were occaisional spiders that drifted down from the ceiling. There was no doors, no windows.
Where am I? Of course, my first thought. I had never been in this room. I look at myself in the mirror in front of my. Very slowly, a dribble of blood escapes from the corner of my mouth.
What? Then another, it slowly runs down, onto my chest, staining my, What? Since when was I wearing this? I look down and I'm wearing all white clothing. As if to go along with the whole transperancy thing with mirrors. When I return to study my face in the mirror, I notice that there is more blood running from my mouth.
My tongue wraps around something flat, with ragged sides. I reach in and take out the forgein object.
A piece of bloodied glass smiles back at me. I stare at it, puzzled as I turn it over in my hands. I wipe it off on my white shirt and look at it.
It's just a plain piece of glass. How odd.
Another strange, flat object my tongue wraps around. And soon, another piece of bloodied glass in my hands.
Very soon, my hands are filled with glass, pooling with blood. Now there is a small puddle beneath me of red blood. In panic, I drop all the glass in my hands. It clatters to the floor, falling, scratching the mirror.
I look at my hands. They are cut, intensely so.
What is this place?
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Posted: Wed Sep 03, 2008 3:02 pm
O.O
Had that dream before...
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