Dammit, now is not the time for me to start growing boobs!

As usual, I was awake for most of the night. Last night, more than ever, I craved the rest in order to escape from my own thoughts. I think I would have preferred the nightmares I have while sleeping to the horrors that were flashing through my mind endlessly, constantly, rapidly, blindingly ( Read more... )

There was music playing. It made me want to spill the blood of everyone around me and spoon their eyes out of their skulls. Good thing it stopped two hours ago; I was getting a little twitchy.

I can't sleep. Well, I am physically able to go to sleep, but it makes me feels anxious. And I have nightmares. All in all, I'd say I've not slept more than 45 minutes each night. I've heard people say that sleep is a necessary comfort, but so far, it has proved to be neither necessary nor comforting.

Lovely. I'm an eyebrow-less, sand-covered

Room 105 ( Read more... )

Ouch.

…

Where am I?

…And why is my head…throbbing? Pain.... This is most definitely a head-ache. Throbbing is an appropriate word, I think.

How terribly inconvenient.

Now, how did I get here? I don’t remember coming here, and I don’t remember doing anything to injure myself, although I’m sure the fact that I am here and the fact that I am injured ( Read more... )