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avadUgh, I've just deleted an entry because I can't explain my mood very well. I'll try once more.:
I feel frustrated/impatient/not well. Like in a nightmare when you're surrounded by zombies. People you love. Sleepwalking. And you can't scream. And you can't do anything. But it all feels so wrong. Minor chords in the background. Blank eyes. Mouths moving, reading scripts. And you want to WAKE UP. Because this can't be real. Because they must be faking. Or they drank something or were bitten by something. But it's everyone. And you are the odd one out. You are the problem. Your thoughts are not normal. Your questions are interferences. And someone is approaching with a needle and a pitying stare and you have to run run run far away! NO!! I want to WAKE UP!!
But if you wake up now, you'll miss the party. You'll miss the pleasures. The challenges. (a voice seems to say.) If you really wanted to wake up, you wouldn't still be here.
I feel frustrated/impatient/not well. Like in a nightmare when you're surrounded by zombies. People you love. Sleepwalking. And you can't scream. And you can't do anything. But it all feels so wrong. Minor chords in the background. Blank eyes. Mouths moving, reading scripts. And you want to WAKE UP. Because this can't be real. Because they must be faking. Or they drank something or were bitten by something. But it's everyone. And you are the odd one out. You are the problem. Your thoughts are not normal. Your questions are interferences. And someone is approaching with a needle and a pitying stare and you have to run run run far away! NO!! I want to WAKE UP!!
But if you wake up now, you'll miss the party. You'll miss the pleasures. The challenges. (a voice seems to say.) If you really wanted to wake up, you wouldn't still be here.
