Just tell me, can you hear me?
Writing Updates: Sun - Hourglass
1:50 AM:
I should be sleeping and for some reason I am up writing poetry instead. I suppose because it wouldn’t leave me alone but it’s still slightly aggravating. XP
Why is it when I want to sleep I can write? And when I want to write I sleep? Just, does that seem a little backwards or messed up to anyone but me? XD It is now 2:30 which means that my apparent two hour battery only lasts an hour! Joy. Vincent you fickle demon. <3;
3:05 PM
Ugh, sleep is my mortal enemy again. I had nightmares last night. And not just one. Three. Well, it was the same nightmare from three different angles. AS though dreaming it once isn’t bad enough. I’d rather not go into detail but I do need to get the basics out. A little boy(about five or six) got nearly beat to death, his 12 year old sister was brutally raped, and in the last the little girl tries to tell her dad what has happened only to have him yell at her because it’s her fault her little brother almost died. Like she could have done anything about it at the time she was dealing with a battle all of her own. So she just cries and cries and her dad just yells and yells and blames her. And she can’t even tell him why because he won’t listen. *sigh* And it bothers me because bad dreams with children always bother me. Well the girl…she really reminded me of my cousin, which just makes it worse. But I had the dream from each perspective. I’ve noticed the only time I ever cry anymore is in my dreams.
My dreams are like I’m there. Like I’m living it, not viewing it and well, it doesn’t help me any. I should learn something from this, I know I should. It’s just so discomforting and disheartening. I don’t even know what I’m supposed to say or do. I just hurt. I’m doing better now, but I was just horrible this morning. I was irritable, just bitchy and really, I had to keep telling myself I’d have a good day despite my popular belief.
We went grocery shopping and I ended smacking my ankle with the cart, so even three hours later it still hurts. Shopping for food helped the nightmare feelings some. I did something rather than just sit and brood about it. But it’s still troublesome. And now it hurts to walk. XP I’m going to have a hell of a bruise or I hurt the tendon/ligament…-_-;;
Hopefully it’ll be fine with some rest. Like if I don’t do a lot of walking and such. O.o;;
I have class tonight and I don’t want to go. But if I don’t go that requires more work. XD;; I’ll just go.
8:00 PM :
Finally free from classes. I think I actually enjoy technical writing to US History. XD; OH well, I’m doing my best. And it feels draining right now but that could be a combination of things.
At any rate, I’m feeling much better and my ankle doesn’t hurt so much now. X3
1:50 AM:
I should be sleeping and for some reason I am up writing poetry instead. I suppose because it wouldn’t leave me alone but it’s still slightly aggravating. XP
Why is it when I want to sleep I can write? And when I want to write I sleep? Just, does that seem a little backwards or messed up to anyone but me? XD It is now 2:30 which means that my apparent two hour battery only lasts an hour! Joy. Vincent you fickle demon. <3;
3:05 PM
Ugh, sleep is my mortal enemy again. I had nightmares last night. And not just one. Three. Well, it was the same nightmare from three different angles. AS though dreaming it once isn’t bad enough. I’d rather not go into detail but I do need to get the basics out. A little boy(about five or six) got nearly beat to death, his 12 year old sister was brutally raped, and in the last the little girl tries to tell her dad what has happened only to have him yell at her because it’s her fault her little brother almost died. Like she could have done anything about it at the time she was dealing with a battle all of her own. So she just cries and cries and her dad just yells and yells and blames her. And she can’t even tell him why because he won’t listen. *sigh* And it bothers me because bad dreams with children always bother me. Well the girl…she really reminded me of my cousin, which just makes it worse. But I had the dream from each perspective. I’ve noticed the only time I ever cry anymore is in my dreams.
My dreams are like I’m there. Like I’m living it, not viewing it and well, it doesn’t help me any. I should learn something from this, I know I should. It’s just so discomforting and disheartening. I don’t even know what I’m supposed to say or do. I just hurt. I’m doing better now, but I was just horrible this morning. I was irritable, just bitchy and really, I had to keep telling myself I’d have a good day despite my popular belief.
We went grocery shopping and I ended smacking my ankle with the cart, so even three hours later it still hurts. Shopping for food helped the nightmare feelings some. I did something rather than just sit and brood about it. But it’s still troublesome. And now it hurts to walk. XP I’m going to have a hell of a bruise or I hurt the tendon/ligament…-_-;;
Hopefully it’ll be fine with some rest. Like if I don’t do a lot of walking and such. O.o;;
I have class tonight and I don’t want to go. But if I don’t go that requires more work. XD;; I’ll just go.
8:00 PM :
Finally free from classes. I think I actually enjoy technical writing to US History. XD; OH well, I’m doing my best. And it feels draining right now but that could be a combination of things.
At any rate, I’m feeling much better and my ankle doesn’t hurt so much now. X3