Debitto456

I'm sinking.... down to the very depths that are my mind... I can't breath for fear of drowning in my own thoughts. I can't go on very long like this. I feel like every step that I take in whatever direction is a wrong move so all I can do is stand here in this "broom closet" that is my space... I have doors on every wall but every single one of them leads me only on a path that causes me extreme pain and sorrow... I can't breath... I'm afraid to breath for fear that that one breath will send all the walls crumbling down causing all the pain to rush in at once. Every door represents something... The past... The present... The future... and th

I'm not sure I'm ever going to use this again but I have a feeling I'll be transferring my "dream journal" entries and the fragments of stories I have in various journals into an electronic copy. So thus I will warn you now that they're only going to be a jumbled up mess that I'll probably only be able to understand... ;P you can have "fun" trying to decipher them but that's up to you.