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06 July 2009 @ 12:59 pm
I have a habit of not trusting the ground.

Well, the floor, mostly. The floors of houses, of schools, of buildings in general.

I'm always concerned that the floor is going to slide out from underneath me and I'll end up falling forever.

I can usually trust the ground. It always feels solid. But sometimes, when I see a sprout of grass or weeds shoving it's way up through the cement, it reminds me again how fragile our world is. Grass can conquer cement.

What's going to keep the sidewalk from splitting apart so the earth can gobble me up?
04 July 2009 @ 01:23 pm
It seems like my dreams are always nightmares.

I'm always trapped in some sort of corner, trying to get away from some form of attacker.

I'm always screaming. Shrieking until my throat is raw.

But no one ever comes to save me.
03 July 2009 @ 10:24 pm
I created this journal two years ago, yet I've never written in it. I'm glad I found it though, I've started to feel very alone.

Maybe it's what I need.