4.15.2005

another 12 hours killed by drinking tea and eating red suger

well here i am,i don't even know what im saying after the 4 or 5th day of insomnia everything feels like a dream i can no longer tell apart fact from fiction im going more crazy, or maby less, how should I know. I just wonder how people coped with insomnia before the internet and pink floyd. man, well either stuff is a lot wierder or im mildly hallucinating peoples mouths move but i either hear what there saying much later or their talking about some odd form of cosmic intelegence, ounce it was just a matter of clicks , the office thinks im drunk but the fact is im not and when you act as wierd as I do hallucinating something and tripin out doesnt seem all that wierd like ive freaked out becouse i was hold noels arm and she left but i was still holding her arm, unatatched to hear body and i started screaming in the hallways, or mabye i just walked to class i dunno im much better when not at school the lights are much too brightwell mabye im not even typing this someone tell me if this is real or not, but then how do i know im not imagining you telling me... what ever im going to watch fight club

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