Jan 13, 2011 21:02
Well, hell. I thought maybe they couldn't scare me anymore. I thought that since I had reclaimed myself, my religion, these people couldn't frighten me anymore. I guess not. Dammit. I thought I'd said goodbye to the fear, and the sudden sharp breathlessness of recognition where all I want to do is turn and run.
At least I could run tonight. I don't think anyone even noticed how freaked out I got. Well, of course not. They barely saw me. I walked out to talk to some of my friends, and there he was, and shit. All of a sudden it was like I was a freshman again, and just waking up to the fact that I had stumbled onto a cult. Wasn't five months of my life enough?
I'm rattled, and I don't want these people in my building, and I don't have a way to keep them away. They are a cult, I don't doubt that, but I have no real way to prove it. They're small, and fairly unassuming at first, and then you realize. I realized because someone pointed it out to me, and I left before it got bad. From what I've heard, it's only gotten worse.
Dammit.
religion,
things that scare me