Saturday, 23 July 2011
07:59:52 AM (GMT)
I just heard a jet engine like it was going to crash-land in my neighbors backyard.
I keep hearing what could be thunder, but the rolls are much too short. The sky is
gray. My brother isn't in his room. The door that leads upstairs is closed. (My room
is downstairs) I keep hearing funny noises outside my door. It sounds like someone is
being beaten and bagged upstairs.
A few months ago, I went through an apocalypse phase. I was convinced something bad
was going to happen every fucking day, and that somehow I'd make it through but I'd
lose everything in the process. I don't want to go back into that phase. Because it's
one of the things that eats me alive. Anything about the world ending puts me into a
severe insomniac wave, and I get sick to my stomach. It's 8 in the morning. And I
have a feeling... that I'm alone.
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