painting walls bloody.

[raveonyergrave]

this persistent feeling that something is wrong, very wrong, it's not as grim as it sounds. but to watch me, you'd think an annoying insect were buzzing around my head. looking one way and the other, eyes rolling around in my sockets. i don't want to eat. i don't want to sleep. i am really only writing this in here, because i want to write and i am too frozen to go get a pen and paper. and i doubt anyone will read this anyway, whereas if i posted it on myspazz, at least two or three would. something crossed over, keeps crossing over, i can feel it in the hair that rises, just like a bad old horror story. well this bad old horror story is your life. congratulations. wait, don't move. it just happened again and you moved and i practically begged you not to but you did anyways and well isnt that just typical horror bullshit well i wouldnt know i have been in a safe place and you had better believe that they would never poison our minds with anything as corrupting as a slasher movie...so yeah something like that. we are here to help you, right?
and
everyone
keeps
saying
the
wrong
fucking
thing.
some habits are impossible to break. still i have this feeling that i shouldn't dare move. that if it does happen it should happen right where i stand, i have taken something with me and i can't give it back.