it's so cold here. i don't know. maybe i'm just paranoid.
but i really don't think i'm strong enough for this weather anymore.
because i can feel my chest wheeze every time i breathe.
i go numb.
and i feel like my chest plate is broken in two and it's caving in, scraping against itself.
sometimes my heart just starts beating so fast, i run out of breath.
i need to gain weight. and give up the smokes. but i really don't want to.
i haven't lost the connection with the dark yet.
i still see it moving just out of sight.
people think i'm making this up, but i can see them. the darkness, there are creatures here
they're fucking HIDING here. and i don't know what they want, but they're here. and they're lurking.
my music box that has not been touched in God knows how long, played tonight.
a single note radiated through the air.
it was creepy as fuck.
but back to the cold.
the toll it's taking on me is an incredible metaphor i only just now discovered.
i forgot that the world fucks with me.
but it teaches worthy lessons. they will build you up to bring you down.
but sometimes. sometimes in the very best of instances... they will build you up to keep you up.
and those are the moments in life you can never forget. not ever.
but that's hard to remember when you've been tossed to the floor after swinging from the very highest of the chandeliers.
025.
- January 12, 2010
- fakeblood.
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