It’s been three days since I’ve slept, and instead of feeling maniacal, I feel rather relaxed and chilled. I have no idea when I will sleep, or if I will, I know, however, that I’m not as frustrated about it than I normally am.
I go to bed, I toss and turn under the duvet, I start scratching at the wall, I stare at the ceiling, then at the wall as carry on scratching it, and eventually I get up and sit at my computer desk. I browse the Internet for something that will provide enough boredom to help me sleep,...
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It would probably be someone along the lines of Tori Amos/PJ Harvey, sort of kooky crazy-bitch mad. It’d be someone who listened to similar artists, but had their own uniqueness as well. Someone that didn’t give a shit what other people thought and di stuff anyway. Some morals would be good, I mean something like responsibility for their own actions would be good, but not someone that kowtows to pressure because of the morally righteous.
The sort of person that would spit in your coffee and call it cream, or would shit in your shoes out of pure spite. I guess...
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I had a strange dream that woke me up. It was about being trapped in a tunnel where both exits were closed by grates that were razor sharp. On the outside is a man, of whom I’ve taken a picture of. The man wants the camera, but I won’t give it to him.
The man decides to pry his way into the tunnel, but fails, only ending up in hurting his fingers. He tries to convince me to come out, only to get angry when I refuse. I’m frightened, and trapped. It’s only then I try to make sense of the...
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