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Don Mann: Focusing on my Craft Friday, Aug. 27, 2004 - 1:42 p.m. I feel terrible and want nothing more than to curl up and disappear. The beautiful day, with the golden sun shining brighty seems to be making a mockery of my feelings... My insides feel like they're on fire. My skin is cold and sensitive. My head hurts like it's been getting crushed by a vice. My eyes are sore, and I think one of my contacts has a rip in it, because it fucking HURTS. No matter how much solution I spray into it, the pain won't go away. Ugh, now the churning and twisting in my gut begins... I blame a caffeine overdose and hangover for my ailments. I did what needed to be done, however...I don't regret that. I just hate how sick I feel now, and whenever I try to sleep it off, I twitch and have horrible dreams which are disgustingly similar to reality, so real I awake terrified, because in my dreams I'm abusive, destructive, and cruel to my friends. My last dream featured a strange party in my apartment, in which I manipulated a friend who will remain nameless into joining me alone in my room...and then when they turned their back to me I slammed my double-sided axe into their skull and performed hideous atrocities on their still-warm corpse....I have no control in these dreams, like I usually do, and it frightens me greatly. I'm sick. REALLY fucking sick. |