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thejunipertreeMy head is twisted round itself again.
Everything has been so screwy lately, it's finally starting to take its toll on me. Driving this evening to my father's house was a practice in desperately concentrating on the road and trying not to sob.
There's scratching at the walls again. I can hear you there.
I'm asked a simple and understandable request, my stupid paranoid head blows it out of proportion. I read someone's LJ entry about a case of horrid and sickening animal abuse court trial, and I'm left shaking and ill to the point of break down. I need to make more than two trips while out running errands and I growl to myself. Driving down the road, I convinced myself that I actually hit somebody and just kept going. I had to restrain myself from turning back to check. I also convinced myself that someone specific is reading this, just so they can find out what I'm doing so they can steal it.
Don't ask.
Do. Not. Ask.
And I know /you/ are reading this and laughing at me. You are, yes you. You sick fuck. Why don't you ever shut the fuck up? You never do. and it's all I can do to not shove a screwdriver through my ear to make it all go quiet again.
It's been so long since it's been quiet. I want that back again.
Back again, by candlelight. To Babylon, we go.
A short, sharp blow to the nape of the neck.
Everything has been so screwy lately, it's finally starting to take its toll on me. Driving this evening to my father's house was a practice in desperately concentrating on the road and trying not to sob.
There's scratching at the walls again. I can hear you there.
I'm asked a simple and understandable request, my stupid paranoid head blows it out of proportion. I read someone's LJ entry about a case of horrid and sickening animal abuse court trial, and I'm left shaking and ill to the point of break down. I need to make more than two trips while out running errands and I growl to myself. Driving down the road, I convinced myself that I actually hit somebody and just kept going. I had to restrain myself from turning back to check. I also convinced myself that someone specific is reading this, just so they can find out what I'm doing so they can steal it.
Don't ask.
Do. Not. Ask.
And I know /you/ are reading this and laughing at me. You are, yes you. You sick fuck. Why don't you ever shut the fuck up? You never do. and it's all I can do to not shove a screwdriver through my ear to make it all go quiet again.
It's been so long since it's been quiet. I want that back again.
Back again, by candlelight. To Babylon, we go.
A short, sharp blow to the nape of the neck.
