Finally, the site gives me my password...
Old "comment" I posted as 'unknown' in my last entry, which I'll delete now I finally uncovered my password...
"title: ETIM lost her PW and the system won't give it to her
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date: Nov. 26th, 2006 06:53 pm (UTC)
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Four four mornings in a row, now, my brother's persistant yelping has repeatedly woken me up. For the past many years, now, my moving legs have kept me up. And my parents have always refused to strap them down, so I blame them. And my brother, since he actually used to laugh at me every single night that he'd chuck toys at the wall to my room, meanwhile I'd hear my mother yelling "WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?!? IF YOU DON'T GET BACK IN BED RIGHT NOW....!!!" Actually, I wasn't allowed to use the bathroom in any way for the same reason. Or sleep in the hall when she snored and Brad was actually given the same restrictions against sleeping in the mornings as me. I remember seeing vivid things that weren't there and hurting paras at school because i couldn't remember what I did to them first and my sleep-deprived mind, which was stuffed with nightmares of my brother laughing and chasing me (at a very fast speed) down flight after flight of stairs, in an effort to punch me like he did in those days, every once in a while chucking a random object at the ground. Thanks to that punching, the pain in my side keeps me up. And if he wasn't disabled I know we wouldn't live in this hell; we wouldn't still be living in this state. And wouldn't be allowed to open my door, make noises at me until I wake up and respond to his face the way he wants me to (before spitting and shoving me) and then getting away with it with my mom. He did it when I was in my crib, too, finding my toes amusing. So I must've been crazy in the mind even as a newborn--more-so, I mean, as I was supposedly born with Bipolar (I recall the symptoms at early two so I know). If everybody was dead, if only I were dead, I'd never have to be woken up after four days of no/little sleep ever again. Ever again."
"title: ETIM lost her PW and the system won't give it to her
from: unknown
date: Nov. 26th, 2006 06:53 pm (UTC)
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Four four mornings in a row, now, my brother's persistant yelping has repeatedly woken me up. For the past many years, now, my moving legs have kept me up. And my parents have always refused to strap them down, so I blame them. And my brother, since he actually used to laugh at me every single night that he'd chuck toys at the wall to my room, meanwhile I'd hear my mother yelling "WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?!? IF YOU DON'T GET BACK IN BED RIGHT NOW....!!!" Actually, I wasn't allowed to use the bathroom in any way for the same reason. Or sleep in the hall when she snored and Brad was actually given the same restrictions against sleeping in the mornings as me. I remember seeing vivid things that weren't there and hurting paras at school because i couldn't remember what I did to them first and my sleep-deprived mind, which was stuffed with nightmares of my brother laughing and chasing me (at a very fast speed) down flight after flight of stairs, in an effort to punch me like he did in those days, every once in a while chucking a random object at the ground. Thanks to that punching, the pain in my side keeps me up. And if he wasn't disabled I know we wouldn't live in this hell; we wouldn't still be living in this state. And wouldn't be allowed to open my door, make noises at me until I wake up and respond to his face the way he wants me to (before spitting and shoving me) and then getting away with it with my mom. He did it when I was in my crib, too, finding my toes amusing. So I must've been crazy in the mind even as a newborn--more-so, I mean, as I was supposedly born with Bipolar (I recall the symptoms at early two so I know). If everybody was dead, if only I were dead, I'd never have to be woken up after four days of no/little sleep ever again. Ever again."