  I feel so lost right now. Lost and scared. Mainly because I went to Ebaum's and read this thing about ghosts and murders in the flash section. If you're highly superstitious and thoughts of mysterious ghosts from someone's past visiting you in the dead of sleep is horrifying, don't open the urban legend or ghost flash app. ==========Irrelevant_Notice============================================================ Now, I think my mom doesn't want to move. Not sure, because I asked her, and she said "I don't know," half awake on the basement couch. She was peeling the grape and wine pictures from the wall, and she wouldn't do that unless she really wanted to move.
She could possibly be warning me with signs. ========What does it mean?============================================================= Shivers are running through my spine right now. Imagine what I'm thinking. Walking around your home in the dead of night, when yellow eyes peer out in the darkness. Slipping over a power tool, your hands glide over a light switch, and this ghastly half-devoured vision of death lies before your eyes bent over you. It's face the vision of horror that seems mos compelling. Fragments of bone, tattered flesh, and blood matted hair decorate the mutilated head. IT's eyes have a cold blackness, sunken into a pale, wrinkly skull. Their sockets stained with a red hue. A decaying hand reaches down your back, resulting in the coldest, spine-numbing touch in existence. Sitting there in the weak light, every inch of your body is frozen with fear. His eyes peer into yours, even deeper into your soul.
The only part of you functioning seems to be your hand. A gun lies next to you. Let him kill you, only to bask in the darkness of his mind, kill him and possibly be unsuccessful leading to choice number one, or put yourself out of your own misery? On occasion, I long for the simple life. I think way too much. This icy paranoia that seems to plague every facet of thought and psyche. A cold hatred for everyone that just seems to grow, and doesn't seem to let go. At the end of the day, lying there in sadness, reflecting on the past, present, and future is the result. Thinking isn't going to do you any good. Those who cannot help themselves, cannot help others. Withering away in the darkness, knowing everything accomlished could be rendered obsolete, one mistake bringing life to a crashing end.
When you realize eveything you've done is completely irrelevant to anything, you wonder who you can turn to. Time passes you by, and you see no one in the passing storm. Tears turn into blood, bones into dust, mind into oblivion. Current Mood: Lost Current Music: Breaking Benjamin- So Cold, and the sounds of morning fauna. ======================================================================================= WHY? 
