The weekend was pretty funny. I kept having auditory hallucinations that would wake me up. I had one where I freaked out and started punching a support beam that was behind my mattress then went back to sleep. I don't know what woke me up, or why I punched the beam, I just remember that I did. Then I woke up with a bloody and mostly unusable hand. After that I was woken up a couple of times by hearing the growl of a bear. See, my mom gave me this bear rug that has a fake stuffed head, and it's super soft, so I put it on my bed, but angle it to the side a bit so the head is near my head. Anyway, I heard that growl, and then I looked over to see the bear head which gave me massive panic attacks until I passed out again. Heh.
As for everything else, my mother is mostly recovered, my head problems are gone, and I'm finally talking to my father again. Everything is slowly returning to normal, but it all feels like a dream I'm about to wake up from. Can't do much about that now though.










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1. I'm right
2. I'm ALWAYS right
3. If I'm not right, read rules 1 and 2
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OMNOMNOMNOMNOMNOM!
I will return the kindness
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"Some of my pretty lyrics which people think are a love song are murder ballads"
-- Caleb Followill
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This is not a small cut that scabs and dries and flakes and heals
And I am not afraid to die
Im not afraid to bleed and fuck and fight.
I want the pain of payment
What's left, but a section of pygmy size cuts
Much like a slew of a thousand unwanted fucks
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I can't get lost I don't know where I am.
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