Thursday, October 30, 2008
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
Phobia
I dont fear many things, many things at all. But when you push the one thing that terrifies me the most, I wont be a happy camper. I was so close to punching you in the face Friday.
Ophidiophobia-
What is that? The fear of snakes. I've been terrified of snakes since I was little. I remember one day I seen a snake on TV and that night I had the weirdest dream of a snake biting everyone. The people that were bitten would turn into a snake and I guess thats when it first started. Everytime I see a snake I always have a weird dream even now. I don't know why they scare me so much. I've tried to think reasons, and I can never explain it.
If I feel threatened by a snake, someone with a picture of a snake, or anything to do with a snake, I will probably get an anxiety attack. So please don't put me through that.
Oh and if you ask about Friday, I went to this haunted house with my friend Tasha. We were walking through it and we went in this room where a man was standing. He has a snake wrapped around his arm and walked by me. He was almost knocked out.
Ophidiophobia-
What is that? The fear of snakes. I've been terrified of snakes since I was little. I remember one day I seen a snake on TV and that night I had the weirdest dream of a snake biting everyone. The people that were bitten would turn into a snake and I guess thats when it first started. Everytime I see a snake I always have a weird dream even now. I don't know why they scare me so much. I've tried to think reasons, and I can never explain it.
If I feel threatened by a snake, someone with a picture of a snake, or anything to do with a snake, I will probably get an anxiety attack. So please don't put me through that.
Oh and if you ask about Friday, I went to this haunted house with my friend Tasha. We were walking through it and we went in this room where a man was standing. He has a snake wrapped around his arm and walked by me. He was almost knocked out.
Monday, October 27, 2008
Gain Self Confidence.
I'm going to start a list now to gain more self-confidence, which I need. I've tried to convince myself that I dont need anymore confidence, but in honesty, I do. So heres to the start of making myself more confident.
Every day, I'm going to write something good about myself until I'm happy with this.
Every day, I'm going to work my butt off, so I know I'll look good.
Every day, I'm going to wake up and tell myself today is going to be a good day.
Every day, I'm going to fall asleep knowing I accomplished something.
I need to make a list of things I need to accomplish.
Every day, I'm going to write something good about myself until I'm happy with this.
Every day, I'm going to work my butt off, so I know I'll look good.
Every day, I'm going to wake up and tell myself today is going to be a good day.
Every day, I'm going to fall asleep knowing I accomplished something.
I need to make a list of things I need to accomplish.
Lifes Untitled
Her toes, only slightly hanging over the edge, bare foot. She feels the wind between her toes and she wiggles them. The wind running up her legs, twining through the middle, and back up. Nakedness escapes. The wind caressing every inch of her bareness, running through her hair making it flap in the breeze. Blackness all around her eyes, arms spread out wide. This girl was once always smiling, always happy. But he raped her of her innocence, the boy that once loved her, left her with nothing. Now nothing stands in her way, besides the rough cliff's jagged edges. The voices of her friends, loved ones, peers, run through her head.
She's beautiful when she's at her weakest. She stepped away from the cliffs edge with tears pouring down her face, blackness smearing. The lost feeling ripping out of her chest, she wasn't alone anymore. She backed away slowly; every step mattered to her. She turned, and gasped, losing her breath she saw him standing there. He ran for her, he loved her. But she couldn't love him anymore, he killed her inside. He raped her, smothered her, choked her..how could she go back to that? She couldn't, she ran for the edge, and she leaps.
Darkness.
She's beautiful when she's at her weakest. She stepped away from the cliffs edge with tears pouring down her face, blackness smearing. The lost feeling ripping out of her chest, she wasn't alone anymore. She backed away slowly; every step mattered to her. She turned, and gasped, losing her breath she saw him standing there. He ran for her, he loved her. But she couldn't love him anymore, he killed her inside. He raped her, smothered her, choked her..how could she go back to that? She couldn't, she ran for the edge, and she leaps.
Darkness.
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