I'm back.
Alright, so things were desperate for a while....but i always come around. Anyone who knows me at all should know that I always do.
I guess when you think youre moving forward with your life- getting past old grudges and disappointments- and something happens that sets you right back at the beginning, you cant help but fall apart. But eventually you begin to work on those things again and you just keep moving on. It's picking yourself back up that's the hard part.
Caught up on sleep this morning...After that huge English project, A soccer game all the way in Jonesboro, having to wake up early, closing at work, having to go to church and work another 8 hour day- i was running on empty. I came home last night feeling like I was about to faint. My head was throbbing and I could tell I had a fever. I took the nyquil that my baby left on my front window of my car along with a note when he came to visit me. I slept for a while....but nightmares and my fluxuating body temperature didn't let me sleep too long. I decided to stay home this morning but then i remembered that i have a soccer game this afternoon so i think i will go to school for half the day so I can start. I'm feeling better now....sort of.
We got a new compy. Maybe this one won't spaz out on us every 2 minutes.
I started carhopping....which means I get tips now. rock on.
I had this dream last night:
I was in my room when i saw it come up the stairs and head towards my mother's room. I remembered the last time this happened. I remembered hearing my mom scream and i remembered how it left her bloody on the floor with her throat torn to pieces. I remembered how it came after me once it was done with my mother and how it had me trapped in the corner. i didnt remember how i escaped or what happened next but i didnt want to wait around to find out. I bolted for the door and heard my mother's scream. I knew she was lying on the foor again now so i ran faster. I locked the door in hopes that it might slow the creature. I ran down the front steps and made it to the street before I awoke.
I guess in dreams someone can be brutally murdered and alive again for it to happen to them again. *shrugs* it wasnt exactly a pleasant dream.
I guess when you think youre moving forward with your life- getting past old grudges and disappointments- and something happens that sets you right back at the beginning, you cant help but fall apart. But eventually you begin to work on those things again and you just keep moving on. It's picking yourself back up that's the hard part.
Caught up on sleep this morning...After that huge English project, A soccer game all the way in Jonesboro, having to wake up early, closing at work, having to go to church and work another 8 hour day- i was running on empty. I came home last night feeling like I was about to faint. My head was throbbing and I could tell I had a fever. I took the nyquil that my baby left on my front window of my car along with a note when he came to visit me. I slept for a while....but nightmares and my fluxuating body temperature didn't let me sleep too long. I decided to stay home this morning but then i remembered that i have a soccer game this afternoon so i think i will go to school for half the day so I can start. I'm feeling better now....sort of.
We got a new compy. Maybe this one won't spaz out on us every 2 minutes.
I started carhopping....which means I get tips now. rock on.
I had this dream last night:
I was in my room when i saw it come up the stairs and head towards my mother's room. I remembered the last time this happened. I remembered hearing my mom scream and i remembered how it left her bloody on the floor with her throat torn to pieces. I remembered how it came after me once it was done with my mother and how it had me trapped in the corner. i didnt remember how i escaped or what happened next but i didnt want to wait around to find out. I bolted for the door and heard my mother's scream. I knew she was lying on the foor again now so i ran faster. I locked the door in hopes that it might slow the creature. I ran down the front steps and made it to the street before I awoke.
I guess in dreams someone can be brutally murdered and alive again for it to happen to them again. *shrugs* it wasnt exactly a pleasant dream.