Bloody Hell...
Again it's 1:30 am and sleep comes with demons that plague me, so I am not even going to attempt to drift to slumbrous serenity, because if I do I know I will wake up in a cold panic, drenched in sweat and unable to close my eyes for fear of a nameless presence, a presence that has existed since I was five years old.
Goddamn it, I'm 21. That's far too old to still be afraid of the dark.
It's these bloody night terrors. I'm so tired I could puke, but with sleep comes the goddamned demons that live in my brain. Goddamned inconsiderate little imps, if you ask me. I realize they have to do their lion's share of terrorizing, wouldn't want the goddamned things to be mocked by all the other night demons on the dream playground, god forbid. It's some small consolation to me that at least SOMETHING in my life is successful,even if it is only to be my demons. Maybe I should take lessons from them. Or find a way to make them material, so I can break their goddamned kneecaps...I'm realy not clinically insane, I'm just a bit neurotic from intense lack of sleep...
...And I hereby amend anything I've just said with this sigh...
So goodbye to you, my faithful ghosts, the time comes yet again for an entry into the magnificent fucking train wreck that is my day to day, written at half past one in the morning when most normal human beings are asleep and dreaming of sugarplums and gang bangs.
Sleep well, dream of pretty things.
I'll again dream up monsters that plague me and threaten to tear my sanity to shreds.
Again it's 1:30 am and sleep comes with demons that plague me, so I am not even going to attempt to drift to slumbrous serenity, because if I do I know I will wake up in a cold panic, drenched in sweat and unable to close my eyes for fear of a nameless presence, a presence that has existed since I was five years old.
Goddamn it, I'm 21. That's far too old to still be afraid of the dark.
It's these bloody night terrors. I'm so tired I could puke, but with sleep comes the goddamned demons that live in my brain. Goddamned inconsiderate little imps, if you ask me. I realize they have to do their lion's share of terrorizing, wouldn't want the goddamned things to be mocked by all the other night demons on the dream playground, god forbid. It's some small consolation to me that at least SOMETHING in my life is successful,even if it is only to be my demons. Maybe I should take lessons from them. Or find a way to make them material, so I can break their goddamned kneecaps...I'm realy not clinically insane, I'm just a bit neurotic from intense lack of sleep...
...And I hereby amend anything I've just said with this sigh...
So goodbye to you, my faithful ghosts, the time comes yet again for an entry into the magnificent fucking train wreck that is my day to day, written at half past one in the morning when most normal human beings are asleep and dreaming of sugarplums and gang bangs.
Sleep well, dream of pretty things.
I'll again dream up monsters that plague me and threaten to tear my sanity to shreds.
I hope they leave you alone so you can get some sleep.
I think you need to sleep well and dream of pretty things.
Goodnight.