Something bad is going to happen. I can feel it running through the air. I'm in a good mood. Thats something to note from the very begining. Next, bad things have been happening all day. ITs like my luck has run up and now its building up to something HUGE. I'm not dreaming, but i am. I hate nightmareish dreams but i forget them the moment i wake up. Then, as i go through out the day i remember flashes but never more than a second or two of them. Something i wrong. I'm terribly afraid. Tommorow is the slam. I'm tired of being afraid so i have created a false shell of certainty and i think this is my punishment for being pompous and bitchy. I am really serious. Little things add up, they have meanings. Ah. I am just not enjoying this whole thing. I can feel it and theres nothing i can do. Nothing.
a vauge emptyness fills me, a world glowing burning festering reaches for me. I turn away from this monster, head high, unaware of the hands reaching for my ankles. They yank hard. They pull me. I fall, hard. Dragged along a dirt road, it takes me in, it swallows me. And i am gone. A hollow shell of fear, and anxeity. I am gone.
Priscilla. Is gone.
He liked the old priscilla and not the "new cheerleader priscilla", well he never knew the real priscilla to begin with. And now, i and the world teamed together. have destroyed her. Good Bye. What can i do?
The dreams tell you. Life does You. Good luck. You'll need it.
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