I was so scared last night. I was awake, I think, and I called out for my dad but then I felt 2 hands around my neck squeezing? I literally couldn’t move, it was like my body was being held down by someone and no sound came out of my voice whatsoever and I couldn’t open my eyes. It happened at least 3 times. I think it’s sleep paralysis or something, but yeah, it’s freaky as hell and I don’t want that happening again.
Duuuuude! I thought I was the only person that experienced this! Happened to me a few years back…It felt like someone was on top of me, strangling me, and I literally could not speak or move. Sucks balls…I don’t experience them anymore, so I hope they’ll go away for you soon!
It follows you wherever you go. In the brightest of days, even in moonlit nights. Every step that you take, it walks the same way. This shadow of a being is a true being. It is everything you’re not and everything you can’t say. The larger this shadow gets, the more overwhelming it becomes. It begins to become the words when you are silent, the thoughts behind your actions, and fills the void when you are gone.
While you sit there with every pang of guilt, every unspoken truth, and every broken dream, it lurks behind you. Looking down at you from the other side like a vulture, eyeing its prey. The darkness of the shadow tries to intimidate and break you down. Rise above, rid your mind of the hurt that it whispers and remember that it is just a shadow. A mere shadow that will go away soon.
Someone please give me something to write about! Any ideas?
This place is not my home. I do not belong with these people. This place is the land of bad habits.
Where they breed competitiveness.
Where “fashionably late” is beyond an understatement.
Where idle gossip goes from one’s mouth to another’s ear like the plague.
Laziness is contagious and nothing gets done. Attitudes are broken, moods are shot.
Their idea of values are treated less than valuable.
I have become a slave to another dimension. I don’t eat right, I don’t sleep right, and I am mentally unstable. With the things I’ve done and the things I’ve seen, this is not where I want to be.
This third-world wasteland has taught me a great deal of who I don’t want to be and how I don’t want to live.
Mistakes have been made, but there’s no turning back. Take me back home, where I truly belong and let me start all over again. I want to know the sound of starting over. I’ll cut my ties from those I’ve known here and make a new life with new people in the place I call home.