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Disclaimer: Whatever my emotion is right now, consider it dead.
Just don't mind me.
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# Nightmares-
A dream is the experience of envisioned images, sounds, or other sensations during sleep. It occurs in humans, most mammals, and some birds. The events of dreams are often impossible or unlikely to occur in physical reality, and are usually outside the control of the dreamer.
Both Sigmund Freud and Carl Jung identify dreams as an interaction between the unconscious and the conscious. They also assert together that the unconscious is the dominant force of the dream, and in dreams it conveys its own mental activity to the perceptive faculty. While Freud felt that there was an active censorship against the unconscious even during sleep, Jung argued that the dream's bizarre quality is an efficient language, comparable to poetry and uniquely capable of revealing the underlying meaning. Fritz Perls presented his theory of dreams following the holistic nature of gestalt therapy. Dreams are seen as being projections of parts of oneself. Often these are parts that have been ignored, rejected or even suppressed. One aim of gestalt dream analysis is to accept and reintegrate these. According to Perls, the dream needs to be accepted in its own right - not broken down and analysed out of existence.
I am forcing myself to block you out of my conscious mind, and here you come seeping into my unconscious sleep.
I've had dreams of you for the past three nights.
More like nightmares to me.
Haha. Rhymes.
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+8:26 AM]*
# gone-
I'll be gone for a week, meaning, I won't be online.
Don't miss me too much.
As if somebody actually will.:(
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(Saturday, May 26, 2007-) +8:07 PM]*
# Halfway-
Halfway around the world.
Figured it out?
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(Thursday, May 24, 2007-) +5:24 PM]*
# Give away-
I'm giving it away.
Find out what it means.
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(Tuesday, May 22, 2007-) +7:48 PM]*
# Hate love-
Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life...You give them a piece of you. They didn't ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain.
I hate love.
Something I used to feel... I guess.
Something I haven't felt in a long, long time.
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(Sunday, May 20, 2007-) +10:04 PM]*
# Talk.-
There are a lot of things I can't say.
Until now.
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# Conversation-
Time can heal the deepest of wounds.
But there will always be scars.
And there will always laser treatments.:)
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(Thursday, May 17, 2007-) +1:04 AM]*
# Money-
Money sucks.
But it makes the world go round.
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(Monday, May 14, 2007-) +11:50 PM]*
# Time-
Why do I have this feeling that I can't catch up with my own life?
Am I too slow or is it too fast?
It all depends on your frame of reference.
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# Waiting.III-
You keep on searching and waiting for something that isn't there, not being content with the fact that all you ever needed is right behind you.
Turn around before it disappears.
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(Sunday, May 6, 2007-) +6:38 PM]*
# Drops of Jupiter-
Tell me did you sail accross the sun Did you make it to the milky way to see the lights all faded And that heaven is overrated Tell me, did you fall for a shooting star One without a permanent scar And did you miss me while you were looking for yourself out there...
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(Saturday, May 5, 2007-) +8:19 PM]*
# Waiting.II-
What do I have left to do?
Demmet.
Insert extreme sadness here.
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(Thursday, May 3, 2007-) +12:40 AM]*
# Haiku.:)-
Haikus are easy But sometimes they don't make sense Hippopotamus.:)
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(Wednesday, May 2, 2007-) +10:25 PM]*
# Insignificant.-
Just an insignificant little speck.
One of a million billion stars...
Yet unique.
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(Tuesday, May 1, 2007-) +10:15 PM]*
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+ i do not exist
+ or at least
+ i would like to wish
+ that i do not.
+ just don't mind me.
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