prismaticbleed: (shatter)
2013-04-13 10:38 pm

bad day


so i've been in manic red mode since about 12am lst night

its not fun believe me i am very sick and tired and dizzy too. still having to corresct speellling errors every few seconds too gonna elave a few so you get an idea of how disoritented i am okay

i fifgured uot what it's doing though

remember howthe red voice is manic and crazy and loud and stuff? but why is it alwasy fllowed by depression and abuse and suicide and stuf. i figure it out, tiday it did a lot of bad things and didnts top until about a half hour ago?

but yeah the red voiec is mean and scary even thought it acts all energetic and "hey people like me!!" but its a psychopaht it has no empathy and it does not care it just wants attention and fun adn crasizness.
but!!! IT HATES ME A LOT. ive noticed that might be why it goes so reclkess and stuff! like it will do simple things, like driving too fast or not being careful around knives or fire or taking unnecsasry physical risks. but then it will do realy bad things like eating things i am aellergic to, or actually cutting and burning the body, you get the picture. but it will not care!! it will do all of it giddily and glad and say "this is good, i am happy, lets live life to the fullest, have fun and dont care about tomorow!!'" and since i am far away and blocked it does that, and it confuses me if i do notice because "is that what i should be doing?"

but then later i realize the truth, the body starts shaking and vomiting and fallig over and guess what i have to drice!! because the red voice leaves and wont come back whetn that happens, it just aughs and luaghs and laighs so loud and scary and then it mocks me, clalls me a slut and a faggot and a sinner and bad things like that. it will wear me out until it gets so angry it bursts back in and hurst me bad.

it does that a lot iafter eating sugar because the tar is made of sugar and things, sticyky thick heavy stuff. we found that out for sure todya long story it was BAD bad abd bad

i dont know if thats the tar doing it to us, but... you know i have another throey actually

"black and white" are neutral maybe. maaaaaybe, at least supposed to be. infinitii and i you know.
but the red ISNT!! its a color, but its an angry rude and evil color now, somehow. every time bad things happen they are red in some way not black!! thats weird and kind of scary, like red is the hidden amstermind, hiding in black and white both just to hurt us secerty.

i dunno maybe thats true but maybe not. guess we'll see, i might talk to infinitii about it tomorrow i need to sleep right now.


lastly this is not "Jewel" he's the real white voice, hhe treid to type this entry but couldnts tay its too trauamtic emotionslay and things. he and julie both got hackes really really REALLY bad, they dont wanna talk about it at all so im here instead. i show up a lot lately that skind of bad!!!@
i'm kind of like a "placeholder" for him maybe i'm kyanos who knows. but i'm not jewel he doesn't get scared and naive and kidlike like me. i get confused and scared easy like the red i don't like it.
i don't have a face or body thought dont wory i'm not a headvoice. i'm just a "voice" hhaha. thats it the people like me just drive when he can't, but when the body's epty then tar or razor get in so soemone else comes in to talk or type instead. like me!

i might die soon i dont know but thats okay. as long as he can drive then instead. i know a few voices have arleady died and there are no more headvoice colors lefft anyway so unless that changes i can't even be one!! we just gtotta fix this red thing cause its scary and i don'tlike it eihter.

sorry for updating on jayce's blog whoops i mean jewel, wait this isnt his anwyay is it?? hmmm.

im gteting really tired an dtalkging funny sory, falling apart, not real, need sto sleep so he can come back tomowrorw.



jewel says the mesage was "don't try so hard; even if you don't know where you are right now, trust that it's where you're supposed to be. relax, and just do what comes to you in the moment. before you know it, you will find that all of your wishes have come true before your eyes!"

wow he actually tpyed that too!! he types diferentl y from me its easier for him to talk ands pell.

realy thouhg i m gone so ghnight

 

 

prismaticbleed: (angrycry)
2013-04-09 10:51 pm

horns

 


Isn't it stupidly ironic that my two astrological signs represent the two things I despise the most: possessions and relationships?
I don't know why those two things elicit such feelings of rage and hatred from me.
It's the same thing with thoughts and emotions, bodily needs and physical responsibilities, with a fixed gender and face and name. Quite bluntly, I hate them. I wish I would annihilate them. I want to be empty, unfeeling, unthinking. I don't want to be this stagnant, greedy, bull-headed demon that I seem condemned to be.
I've become so completely distraught by astrology and numerology that I'd give ANYTHING just to delete any connection to either from my state of existence. But that's apparently impossible, simply because I exist in the first place.

When I was a kid, I remember being heartbroken that I hadn't been born in February. Why wasn't my birthstone violet? Why wasn't I an Aquarius, or a Pisces? Why was I stuck with a stupid green stone and this frightening huge animal? It wasn't me. Or is it? Am I really that spiritually immature? Why does that only apply to me?

Is that why I was born with these things? To learn to overcome this deep-rooted bitterness towards them?
All of them fill me with such caustic self-loathing that the very fact that I was born at all is enough to make me seriously contemplate suicide, some days.

Why can't my life just end already?? Do I have to literally bite the bullet and end it myself?
Or will that damn me to eternal hellfire as I was told in my youth?

I don't understand. What is wrong with me? Why do I feel so completely devoid of the basic goodness that inhabits every other individual on this earth? Why do I feel as if I am alone in a void, cut off from the presence of God?
Everything feels distant. Everything is fake. All the emotions I show to others are shallow acts, rehearsals, played-back recordings. I hate myself after every one I let surface. It's only when I am hell-bent on burning them all to ashes that I feel neutral again, empty, blank.
Isn't that the ideal condition here? Emptiness, nothingness?

Nothing is wrong, suffering doesn't exist, good and evil are illusions, life is a dream.
These are the truths I hear every day, constantly hammering into my brain until I cannot tell how to live anymore.


I'm so tired of the new age blogs and news sites and everything. There are so many conflicting sources of information, so many pages upon pages of text, every single day, it's overwhelming. I try to read them all, I try to obey them all, but it's become so tiring, I'm not sure if I can keep up. Even saying that, though, makes me feel like Satan himself. How dare you show weakness. How DARE you suggest that you are tired of the truth!
Even in the physical, it sticks. I see these stick-thin vegan yoga princesses with their super-ecological feminist lifestyles and perfect sex lives and whatever the hell else you're "supposed to have" to be that kind of perfect human being. Seeing them makes me feel even more evil and corrupt, because I WANT to be holy and true, but that path doesn't feel right for me? Yet again, how dare you claim that you know better, you foolish sinner. How DARE you go about your heathen ways when the correct way of life is right there for you to emulate!!


I feel dead and hollow today. I don't know how to live anymore. I don't know how to get through the days anymore.
I don't want to eat. I don't want to talk. I don't want to feel. I don't want to wake up.
I want to sleep, and watch, and do nothing but just exist. I don't want a name, or face, or life to live.

I'm so tired of this. I can't remember a time when I wasn't tired.

Even the wish to survive feels loathsome, sinful, wrong. Death is the only holy aspiration left.
Leave this hedonistic body, this cage of bones, this thing inherently cut off from God.
Destroy your self, destroy every speck of devilish individuality you've conjured up.
Become nothing. Cease to exist.


Only then will I feel holy again.

 



 

 

prismaticbleed: (shatter)
2013-04-08 04:43 pm

--


Dear Tar, and dear Blood:

KINDLY SHOVE THE HELL OFF.

I am sick to death of your shit and mark my words, I WILL end you come hellfire or high water, preferably both, because they're both very good friends of mine.

I am wise to your backhanded bloody methods now, you bastard. I know what you're up to, and I swear on my life that I will cut you down before you so much as THINK about screwing with us again.


LEAVE MY BOY THE HELL ALONE.

Refuse, and get a face full of axe.

(Secretly hoping you refuse because damn am I ever pissed.)


Either way, you're dead meat.

Gravity's gonna bring you right the hell down, sucker!




Sincerely, LAURIE.

 

 

prismaticbleed: https://www.deviantart.com/teacosies/art/celebi-420071633 (tears)
2013-04-07 09:14 pm

backlash


I feel horrible. My mum just came home, upset and hopeless after yet another major fight with her boyfriend, so she can't stay the night at his place. According to her, she is "sick of always fighting" with him-- something I wasn't even aware was going on. However, she can't stay here for the night either, because my grandmother moved all her stuff out and gave ME her room.
That's awful! I don't deserve any of this, she does. Why am I the one being taken care of here? Why can't I be the one in pain instead?
Just... this is yet another reason why I blame myself for getting thrown out of SLC. Even though I've purged that experience from my memory, I do know that if I hadn't left there-- if my family hadn't insisted on bringing me home so I'd have food and transportation (or so they said when I asked why), two things I really don't care about anyway-- and if I hadn't screwed everything over with the two people I had been staying with, maybe I could have stayed. Then my mom could move back in here, and have a place to sleep at night. But then I'd just continue to be a burden on two other people, a fact I was well aware of from the day I first set foot in that strange western state.
I remember living with my father, back in 2010, during my last "psychological hell" time period like this. He was never home either. The one time he was, that I remember, was the night I was so depressed and sick that I couldn't eat, and he shouted at me for it. It scared me so much, I was willing to eat garbage if it would make him stop.

I still want to move out, to be by myself, once again just like I did back in 2010. Still, there are several pressing problems keeping me from doing so: 1. Rent isn't cheap. I need a steady income before I can afford even the shoddiest two-room apartment in town here, and there aren't many jobs available, let alone any that aren't part-time minimum wage puppy mill positions. 2. If I did land an apartment of my own, I know for a fact that I wouldn't eat. I wouldn't spend a penny on food. 3. I have no connections outside of my immediate family anymore, and even they are fading away either from age or apathy. Not that it matters; it's just that as long as I am still afraid to give up and live on the streets, I'm going to be stuck grasping at straws for support.
Truly, I don't even want a home. You remember I said that I hate homes. I despise places where I "belong," or am allowed to do so. They feel completely unsafe and stagnant. I want to live somewhere where I'm being "tolerated," somewhere I need to follow everyone else's strict rules, where I am treated as a stranger that cannot and will not stay for an indefinite period of time.
I want to travel. I want to move. I want to house-hop if at all possible. I want to live on the road; I want to live in hotel rooms and park benches and the backseats of cars. I don't know why. It's always been a morbidly secret dream of mine, though... to be the "invisible man," the wandering soul, who doesn't have a place to call his own, because the whole world is his home.
One day, I'm just going to throw caution to the wind and start walking. The only thing keeping me from doing so is a stupidly ironic fear of death. I know, far too well, that I'd invite him in sooner than I'd try to survive. Some selfish part of me isn't that hopeless, not yet.
Secretly, I wish it were.


Today was Divine Mercy Sunday. I went to mass and floundered through a vague confession because I didn't know how to tell the priest how many sins were on my soul. It scared me to death, looking at my conscience, and seeing nothing but black. In the past few months alone, I've done so many things I'd swore I'd never do... I've broken so many promises, destroyed so many trusts and friendships, destroyed so much of myself. I've been wrecking my life without a care for longer than I can remember. And today, when it was time to 'fess up, I was legitimately frightened at just how far I'd fallen.
It was a self-fulfilling prophecy. I hate to admit it, but when I was told that I was just that bad of a person, it was the last straw. It was the breaking point. And since then, for the most part, I've just stopped caring. I resigned myself to being the bad guy, the villain, the antihero. If I really was selfish and cruel and unfeeling and destructive, even after years of trying not to be, then so be it. If that was all I was, deep down under the surface, then why keep fighting it? And although my boss and moirail and daughter all keep insisting that that mindset of mine is utter rubbish, I still believe it. Even if it's 100% false, right now, I can't see that.
How did I fall this far? What's happened to me? Who am I, really?
The answer: nothing. I am nothing. I need to stop trying to be something.

They say that today, all your sins can be forgiven.
I'd better not screw this up.

 

 

prismaticbleed: (shatter)
2013-04-06 05:30 pm

chokehold


 

Today has not been fun.
Let's start in the most banal way possible: I've unfortunately had to introduce gluten back into my diet, as I've been literally eating nothing but vegetables for a while and my energy levels are running low. Problem is I either have severe anxiety reactions after I eat it, or I get possibly psychosomatic bodily reactions that leave me shaking and make my vision spin like a top. Either way it's horrible and it ALWAYS happens, God knows why.
Even better? Even AFTER the surgery, it makes me get terrible hernia pain. Nice freaking job.
So yeah, after that disturbingly vivid rape/murder dream this morning, all the pain I've been through with this stupid body today, AND that godforsaken reset-scratch not having worked the way I wanted it to, my suicidal tendencies are back full force.
I would seriously cut off my left arm if it meant I would never have to eat again. You have no idea how much I loathe having to do that "to survive." To heck with that. I would rather starve, but thanks to my bizarre upbringing, I've got this hard-wired predisposition to only eat scraps, and ALWAYS eat scraps. "You're not allowed to waste food," but "you're not supposed to eat that." So now, when I see harmful or unhealthy food, I don't want anyone else to suffer through eating it, so I force myself to IF I can't throw it away in secret (because I hate food and would burn our entire kitchen to the ground if I could, regardless of our financial state).
I HATE being hungry too. No, not "stomach empty and actually hurting as I haven't eaten in over 24 hours" hungry. I LIKE that pain. I HATE when I am forced to eat to avoid passing out, and then my body is all "holy sharks there IS food!" and decides it's starving. SHUT UP, YOU GLUTTON. Eating makes me feel like a complete whore and I hate it vehemently. Emphasis on "hate," seriously. I cannot put into words how much I despise that act.
Ironically it might even be tied into my "orange problem," to use ridiculous shameful jargon again. Eating makes that worse, and that makes eating worse. They are tied together somehow. And, they both cause me the most traumatic pain (the "curl up in the corner screaming and sobbing hysterically" kind) when they force me to take things in. I don't care what the context is. If stuff is going INTO my body, I will feel so horrendously violated and terrified that I will want to die, literally and with mindless fervor-- and, if there is a weapon or harmful object nearby, I WILL IMMEDIATELY ATTEMPT TO DO SO.
So that explains why my worst dissociative/ abusive meltdowns ALWAYS follow eating of some sort, and always have. It demands an immediate retribution, a balance, an atonement.
However. My mother accidentally saw the leg scars from Holy Saturday (because, as they happened in a dissociative state, I forgot they were there and stupidly wore shorts with her around the other day), so now is she not only coming with me to my therapy appointment on Tuesday, but she told me flat-out that if she saw any more scars, I'd be shipped straight back to the psychiatric ward.
To be blunt, that makes me really freaking angry.
I don't know how to make people understand. Maybe it's my lingering in this cursed Red slot, or maybe it's the bad Black energy that Infinitii warned me about... either way, for YEARS upon years, since I was a tiny kid, I have had a dangerous obsession with pain. I clearly remember writing an old entry about that here, but it demands reiteration. I really was smitten with pain and death back then. My parents never knew about the worst of it, as it stayed in my head-- the darker adventures of Zimbo and the Jewel Aliens and so many others. People would bleed, and die, and I would watch with rapt fascination, unmoved by their sufferings. Maybe I was even incapable of empathy back then, who knows. I know I still get that now, on my bad days... the total apathy, the wanting nothing more than to watch those events play out, regardless of who has to pay the price.
Lately, though, I've been the one paying, and I love it. That's what I don't know how to explain to people. I am obsessed with self-destruction. I love the feeling of starving, I love the feeling of blades slicing through my skin. Sharp pain is my favorite. Dull pain, well, that's the kind I don't like as much-- the pain I have now, from my terrible digestive issues and surgery recovery and sleep-deprived muscles. I don't like this pain anywhere near as much, as it doesn't feel like pain; it feels dirty, filthy and wrong. Then why do I keep perpetuating the situations that cause that sort of pain, you ask?
Simple... because, as I mentioned earlier, dull pain must always be cleansed by sharp pain. Overeating means I get to slice myself up with a knife. Getting angry or sick means I get to bite, or punch, or otherwise inflict blunt trauma. There's always a remedy for the filthy pain.
That's what I'm having trouble communicating to other people. When you don't LET me abuse myself in those sharper ways, I will abuse myself WORSE through "duller" alternatives, in the desperate need to "cauterize" the lingering psychological dirt that rubs off everything and sticks. Every hellish trigger catches like a burr, and you can't tear that tar out-- you need to burn it. Taking the matches away is only going to make my hands bleed all the more when I start clawing at the parasites.

When I suffer through mornings like this one, I need every iota of pain in the world to feel clear again.

It's why I love Laurie so much. Yes, she started off as a "personification of pain," hence the superego title she gained almost instantly. Her formation anchor was abuse-- it was sheer pain, of all sorts, but the sharp kind, the kind that stings like lightning and doesn't fade. When that faded from my life, and I needed it to heal, she was born from the ashes, and immediately took out her axe.
It's why I am terrified that I ruined her forever by wearing down her edges. Her brutality made her sacred to me. It literally made her a living force of divine retribution, cutting through the dark threads of sin and despair, freeing me from their tyranny.
When I bleed, I bleed out. THAT'S my native energy flow. It's sacrificial. I have this constant driving need to purge everything, and I mean EVERYTHING. I don't like eating because it's just more stuff that I need to get rid of somehow, eventually, so I force myself to throw it up immediately. I don't like the fact that I can't lose weight because that's more substance that I cannot stand and fervently wish to tear away. I don't even like people touching me for this same reason-- every point of contact is more tangible data being transmitted, quickly overloading until I snap and release it all in brutal physical attacks. Make sense now?
Cutting is the quickest way to purge the overload on any level, because blood carries the weight. Pain helps to "shock out" the foggy sense-oriented stuff (which, incidentally, is why I can't wear certain clothes; the simple feeling of certain fabrics can make me start screaming and clawing at my skin, trying to erase the sensation), especially when it's auditory, as that is some of the WORST lingering filth and I can only erase it through sharp pain. Blood, however, carries out the internal stuff. Bleeding erases the rage and terror and mindless screaming.
Whenever I can't bleed downstairs, and I'm desperate, I run to Laurie upstairs.
To this day, she will take out her axe, and do her job.
People downstairs would think me mad if I admitted that one of the most relieving sensations in the world is having my skull cleaved in two upstairs. It's a direct dump of all the pent-up pain on that level; just crack it open and bleed it out, all at once; it's incredibly cathartic. If that doesn't work quickly I usually get an axe to the face, which is arguably just as helpful-- once my head is gone, my self-identity disappears for a while! That way I don't have to feel or see or hear or do a single thing, I can just be vaguely aware of the bleeding and breaking bones, and relax into the nothingness. At least, until Laurie forces me to respawn, that is.


Anyway. That's enough of that.

 



 

prismaticbleed: (shatter)
2013-03-18 09:56 am

vomit

 



This has got to stop.

I just binged and purged AGAIN, first thing in the morning, nice going there.
But I'm so tired of it. In my early teens I was so anorexic I was nearly hospitalized, and ended up being put on meds that made me gain 20 pounds. I was so distraught that I just kept eating, and ended up overweight.
I had little revisits of purging through the years, but my disorders didn't come back full-force until my trip to SLC this year. I was hovering at 110 pounds, trying desperately to lose more, but I was always so stupidly hungry... so what did I do? I purged it all.
I think the most humiliating moment of the trip (that I remember) was when they brought back half a tray of birthday cake leftovers, and when they left for the evening, I ate the entire cursed thing, then spat it back up and took the evidence out to the dumpster. When they came home and asked what happened to it, I stuttered that it had "gone bad" and I had to throw it out. I doubt they believed me.
My disorder was a death sentence though. I had only a few hundred dollars to live on for those three months, and $400 immediately went for rent. The meager remaining amount was for food... food that probably never even stayed in my stomach. On the few binges that I ended up so sick I couldn't vomit, I would collapse into a sobbing, shaking heap on the living room couch and wish I were dead. I don't want to count how many times that happened.
And then I was forced to move back in with my parents in November, and in that environment of unhealthy food, I promptly gained 30 pounds.
I had never hated myself so much in my life.
I'm down to 130 now-- an utterly disgusting number-- but I cannot seem to stop binging. I will literally spend HOURS in the kitchen, eating everything in sight, then vomiting it up. My whole family knows about it at this point, and I'm horribly ashamed, but hate myself too much to stop. I'm a whore, so I figure I deserve this hell. My chest hurts all the time, I can't breathe, and it's getting harder and harder to exercise, with how tired and dizzy I am. Serves me right.
But I'm burning through the little money and food my family has left just because I can't get rid of the screaming tension in my head and teeth. You should see the bitemarks and scabs on my arms now. Better yet, you should see how many cuts I have on my stomach and back now, since I've been forced to use a cowardly razor instead of a dull knife. I hate things that cut thin little lines. They barely bleed, and they don't scar well. Worst of all, when they're that shallow, I don't saw... I slice. I tear at myself like a maniac, until I can't see any skin that isn't red.

 

My stomach is furious. I want to throw up again so badly, it hurts. I don't want to go to school just to come back home. Why did I have to wake up? Why the hell can't I get over this???

 


My problems are fake. They're all FAKE. Just as fake as me, this disgusting faggot whore, you irredeemable slut, go kill yourself.
NONE OF THIS IS REAL.

 



 

prismaticbleed: (shatter)
2013-03-17 12:39 am

march 17th

 



17 March 2013 @ 12:39 am

alone

Some nights, all I really want is a friend. But I shove people away whenever they try to get close. I'm not good with closeness yet.

Maybe it's because I grew up in the woods, with no neighbors or friends, always the outcast in school. I quite literally do not know how to interact with others now that I'm technically an adult.
All my past attempts at friendship have ended in utter failure, almost always with the words "we can't deal with you anymore." I understand, it's okay. My mess of a personality is hell for anyone to deal with and I'd never consciously inflict myself upon someone.
But it's so damn frustrating to want a friend, just one friend outside of headspace, when I am acutely uncomfortable with both relationships and people in the first place.

Don't know why I'm mumbling about this again. It'll be gone in the morning, don't worry.


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17 March 2013 @ 02:01 am

backwards


oh no no no I just realized why this temporal reset has been so traumatic

god help us that's ten years out the freaking window how did i not realize what that meant in the big picture


but boss wouldn't let me die, i tried TWICE and he refused to let me die, why the hell wouldn't he, look at what i've done to all of them

 

gotta figure this out somehow. gotta stitch things together maybe

if ten years are gone though, she's still reachable, and if anyone up here knows how to weave time back together it's her

 

don't listen to me at 2 in the morning please, i don't even know why i update here anymore


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17 March 2013 @ 02:03 am

 
sinner

 

my grandmother just spit my name at me again
i asked her why she hated me so much

she actually gave me an answer this time

no denial

just perfect justification

and then more and more lines of poisonous diatribe



i am so sorry that i made you hate me

i am so sorry that you literally view me as a demon

i am so sorry that you have repeatedly said how evil i am

whenever you're half-asleep and your words are uncensored



dear god please let me sleep forever
i don't want to wake up anymore



i am so sorry that i am such a cancer to the world

 


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17 March 2013 @ 01:10 pm

slut

 

i tried to talk to celebi last night
i tried and tried and tried
we were doing pretty well

and then she melted into tar

and it laughed, it laughed, it laughed
"don't you remember, bitch???
when did you first see me up here???"

and it's true
i don't know where the hell she came from

on january 4th last year, i abandoned my old 'gaia' misnomer
the one that had been inflicted upon me
and adopted my new one, of cupid
by the twelfth, i was no longer "celebi"
a childish name i had carried for a decade

suddenly a celebi appeared in my headspace
an individual i had never known nor seen before
she wasn't the celebi i had known since my youth
she claimed she was 'from the movies'
i thought okay, sure, whatever

and by the 17th she had destroyed me.

last night the tar-black celebi had mocked me
grinning and jeering at how blind i was

 

"you didn't suspect anything when you saw me in the tar spire??"
laughing and laughing and laughing
all the while trying to steal my life away.

 

this morning i tried to say hello to ryou
it went okay for a while
didn't feel genuine, everything was empty, i told him

and then he grinned
and there was the tar
laughing

"i thought i had you this time!"



i don't want to see anyone right now

 



 

prismaticbleed: (shatter)
2013-03-15 06:39 pm

septic shock



This evening was quite a struggle.

I just found this online:
"A blocked [orange energy center] with too little energy running through it is often tied to childhood trauma and abuse. You may feel unloved and unworthy, be shy and timid, immobilized by fear, overly sensitive, clingy or in contrast isolated, and burdened by undeserved guilt and shame. You may be repressed emotionally and sexually, inhibited, frigid or impotent. You may not be able to connect emotionally with others or form true intimate relationships. You may stuff your emotions down with food, and so they build up under the surface. You may feel overwhelmed - that you cannot allow yourself to feel your emotions, because your emotional well is full and just one more will cause the well to overflow, the dam to burst, and all hell to break loose."
Now if that isn't the most horribly accurate thing I've read about me in ages I don't know what is.

To be blunt, I'm just staring at my computer screen right now, not feeling anything, just thinking.
How long have I been dealing with this? Even after I tried countless times to utterly obliterate my personal history, why has this lingered? Looking at it now, I know exactly why.
Even after I have forgiven Julie completely, I have not forgiven myself.

"I" had a meltdown earlier, obviously, in the entry before this one. Sickeningly, though, there's always a very stupid paradox occurring in those entries. They ramble on about how much I loathe having a physical form, a name, a face, et cetera... and yet the only reason why I publicize those entries is to hopefully catch the eye of someone who cares. I will be blunt and admit that yes, the "I" who writes those wants attention. They want people to pay a LOT of attention to them, something they've never really experienced, something they want desperately and yet hate themselves for it.
I really do hate the part of myself that wants attention, because it's markedly narcissistic. It's stupid and childish, and yet it's real. My mother and grandmother-- my two parental figures-- have never paid attention to me. The latter will literally interrupt me mid-sentence to talk to herself about something completely unrelated, effectively telling me that my speech is not wanted. The former will only say "uh-huh" at random intervals with obvious boredom, never making eye contact, often standing with her back to me and multitasking. If I were to ask her for feedback or advice, she would snap at me angrily and demand "why do you expect me to have all the answers??" I don't. I just want someone to care.
This is probably why I adore Laurie. I could literally go to her and start hissing and spitting about the blackest parts of my psyche, utterly unhinged and hateful, and she will watch me like a hawk with rapt attention, waiting until I finished to suddenly fire back with an intelligent response-- one that does not tiptoe around problems or try to soothe me, even if it's 95% guesswork. She tells it like it is, as bluntly as possible, but she cares.
It's also why I couldn't stand conversations in SLC. The people there were all so wishy-washy when it came to discussions like that. I'd never get a hard response. Everything was always "oh I don't want to talk about this because it might stir up negative feelings" or "why don't you talk to someone else about it?" or "I have troubles just as bad as yours BUT heaven forbid I mention them outright." I never felt like they were listening, even if they literally sat and did so for hours, because there were never any responses, and there was so little openness. So much happened outside of my awareness with them, so much was hidden or only hinted at, that I felt utterly cut off from them as individuals, like they didn't trust me at all. But let's ignore that, it's over and done with. Anyway, If I don't get legitimate feedback from listeners, not just a shallow "that's nice" or "thanks for sharing," I feel as if I were completely ignored. I feel worthless and burdensome, like talking at all was sinful, like my words simply weren't worth caring about.
Really, all I want is for someone to start questioning me after I question them, and not in vague ways like "how can i help" or "are you okay," which usually just make things worse as I am badly confused by general questions. Really, that post I just wrote? If I suddenly got a message from a reader saying something like "all right, i may not understand your situation now, but i'd like to. can you elaborate on why you don't like having a name?" I would be utterly grateful. If they told me that THEY had similar experiences, and then spoke about those, I'd be twice as thankful! Then we have common ground. As long as I can reply back with empathy AND questions of my own, with them willing to do the same, we're cool.
But it's stupid, stupid, stupid. I have no freaking right to ask for such total attention. I have no right to demand that people care about me as obsessively as I care about others. It's stupid, it's selfish, and it's immature. I don't even WANT the attention or care, in the sense that I WILL reject it as soon as it is given, hating the fact that it requires me to exist.
Still, it's a problem that I still find myself fighting.

That, right there, is huge red danger sign numero uno: the word "problem."
As you know, I flip between two extremes with that word. I either consider my "problems" to be real, painful, and deserving of my total attention towards healing them, OR I consider them fake and nonexistent. If I am in "healing" mode, I will ONLY think about healing them. This drove everyone in SLC crazy, but they couldn't understand. These "problems" I battle, when they surface, are so freaking painful that I cannot help but give them my complete attention. The dysphoria, the lingering trauma, the screaming void in my chest and stomach, the burning rage in my bones and teeth, the tar dripping from my skull, DO NOT GO AWAY. When I am conscious of them, they overwhelm me, and I fight desperately to heal them, to fix things, to seek advice from others. Problem was, when I did that, I would often be told "stop complaining about those stupid things" or "all you ever do is selfishly talk about yourself" in a verbal or nonverbal way (although not in those words obviously, and maybe not even at all-- I honestly do not remember). So what would I do? I'd shut down. I'd completely shut off and pretend that I was a blank slate, as happy as a mannequin with a painted smile, allowing myself to be puppeteered as they wished, for fear of becoming a "bad person" if I dared to bring attention to myself or my "problems" (god forbid). But those problems would fester, quickly becoming cancerous, and the more I ignored them, the more voraciously they would eat me alive.
So I flip-flop constantly. I cannot tell which action is the wisest. Do I accept that all pain is illusion, nothing but a falsehood, and wash my hands of all my past hurts forever-- even though I've tried that multiple times, most notably on the 24th of last month, and yet my psyche is only getting darker in spite of it all? Or do I dare to suggest that I am suffering, and call attention to those selfish hurts, asking for the help I no longer have the strength to supply myself-- even though doing so destroys my friendships, turns my family against me, and all but confirms that I am a narcissistic jerk?
I'm rather lost right now, as usual... but I want to find the right answer here, once and for all. I want a clear-cut, unquestionable answer. Is option one or option two the most righteous path? Which behavior would be the purest one, the wisest one? And which one would be the ego-driven one, the blindest one?
I surrender, and I apologize, freely admitting my own lack of wisdom and truth. I am indeed blind and deaf, as I have been told. I cannot tell which is the correct choice. I do not wish to be such a stain on the world anymore. Please, give me an answer, so I can move past this, and stop being such a shameful excuse for a human being.


I haven't forgiven myself. This is the oldest and most difficult challenge I face.
I have also figured out why I can't do it, and it's very simple. When I see wise people online, they speak of how all humans have a true spirit, and an ego trying to hide that spirit. Most of humanity right now is being run by ego. Individuals all over the world are running on that program, so to speak, but their "real self"-- their incorruptible God presence-- still exists, pure and untouched, beneath that shadow, just waiting for the ego to be recognized as false so that it can shine above it once more. Because of this, loving and forgiving others is the easiest thing in the world! If we are all One, if we are all truly bright and beautiful things no matter what we seem to be on the surface, then how could one possibly treat another unkindly?
That's where the incongruity comes in. "If that's true, then why don't you see that in yourself?" you ask.
Simple... because in my mind, I am permanently split between forgiveness and eternal damnation. When I am in the "I have no problems" mindset, I am kind and loving, but at the expense of not being able to function as an individual. I cannot interact with others, I cannot even talk. Once attention is given to my "self," I frequently fall back into the "I do have problems that need to be healed" mindset, and since those problems are a result of my selfish and cruel nature, I cannot forgive myself because I AM the problem. Forgiving myself would annihilate my self and leave only the "everything is perfect" mindset-- the real me. But then I would be unable to function in this world.
And I am the ONLY person on the PLANET that this lack of forgiveness applies to, as I am the only person living this life so shamefully.
Confusing as hell, isn't it?
The worst part is that I WANT to be in that "nothing is wrong, ever" state of mind forever... but for some godforsaken reason, my doing so does not literally burn away the old pain. The only way to do that would be to kill myself... to become unreal, nonexistent, invisible... my biggest and most fervent wish. But I can't do that in this world, can I? No, I need to have a name and face and body and role in society and it ticks me off. So, as long as people insist on acknowledging the fact that I "exist" in 3D space, I cannot seem to escape these problems.
There's a fine line... if I walked into a classroom and the people saw me, or at least knew I was there, BUT continued to ignore me and pay no attention to me as if I didn't exist, it would hurt like hell and (I hate to admit it) make my childishly stupid ego angry enough to probably start crying, believing that this meant no one found my existence worthy of caring about, because of my inherent evilness. HOWEVER! If I walked into a classroom and no one knew I was there, being utterly unaware of my existence, I would be the happiest man on the planet. See the difference?
So yeah, consider my associations with "time"-- through constantly trying to erase it-- as ironically embraced. In the end, all time brings the end of things. Let it bring the end of me even while I "live". Let me become death. Let me cease to exist. I'd prefer it.
I would gladly suffer eternal death if it meant that every other soul that ever existed could reach enlightenment. Put all that corruption in me, I deserve it for being such a horrible thing, and then kill me. Kill me, please. Burn me and destroy me and erase me from the very fabric of spacetime. Just don't damn anyone else for what I've done wrong, because in my eyes, it is ALL my fault.
We're off topic though.
Bottom line: right now, I CAN forgive myself but ONLY if I DO NOT EXIST, as this would annihilate everything but my true spirit self. IF I DO EXIST, I CANNOT forgive myself because this then insinuates that I AM AN EGO, and therefore a false, inherently corrupted, and selfish joke of an identity that deserves only to be utterly annihilated for the sake of the greater good. You cannot forgive something that doesn't even exist, after all.
I want to be good. In my eyes, I cannot be good if I have problems, as this suggests a corrupted nature and sense of self. Therefore, not having a sense of self is the only way for me to be good.

I think I need to see a therapist. I've been trying to find a new one for months now but no progress has been made yet. I am trying to get names and phone numbers from several people, so that's a start.
Just... what the hell do I tell them? If they ask me (as they always do), "so what brings you here?" The HONEST reply would be, "I don't know; I don't have any problems so I honestly have no clue why I'm here!" If I were to respond, "well, I was abused in my youth, I have severe body/gender dysphoria, et cetera..." I would be LYING because all of that is FAKE, because "I" AM FAKE.

God I am so tired of this. See, this is why I live in headspace whenever possible now!! Ironically, I have no sense of self up there. I am RARELY "in my body" up there and see myself almost exclusively in third person, speaking through idealized poetic thoughts instead of actually choosing my words, and never having to call attention to "me."
It hurt so, so, SO much when Mel said "I see why you love them so much. Their world revolves around you, and you've never been around people or souls where that isn't the case." THAT IS NOT WHY I LOVE THEM, FOR HEAVEN'S SAKE. Worse, it stabs me to the core that you would think it actually was: love has nothing to do with that!! If you've paid any attention to my conversations with them, you'd see how many times I practically begged them to do the EXACT OPPOSITE whenever I so much as suspected that someone was becoming attached to me!! I wouldn't have tried to DESTROY OUR FREAKING TIMELINE if I enjoyed having their "worlds revolve around me!" I was willing to CUT MYSELF OFF FROM THEM FOREVER because I was SICK OF THE ATTENTION.
And yet I love them to death. I'd die for them, but the thought of them being as obsessive about me in return is downright terrifying. Do you see the problem? I will love you to death and beyond as long as you never cling to me. Remember what happened with Celebi. The moment she acknowledged my affection and wanted to reciprocate, I became so violent and malignant towards her that, at one point, I was willing to cause her severe physical harm JUST to get her to STOP SEEING ME THAT WAY.
So I apologize, but the very fact that you saw me as a living being caused most of our problems. If you had loved me from afar, it would have been fine. But no, suddenly you had to pay attention to my existence, and what happened? The damned ego woke up, the thing that is so tortured by its very existence that it can't think about anything but. If only you had left me on that pedestal, as something unreachable, as naught but a crystallized idea. We never would have had to deal with the living hell of my existence.

...Sorry. I'm not quite "myself" right now. (What a ridiculous word.)

I wish my mind wasn't so "all or nothing" with EVERYTHING. Geez.
Either I have problems, or I never had any to begin with.
Either I exist as an individual in someone else's awareness, or I do not exist at all.
I see the world in black and white, it seems. It plays havoc on my morality... "either morality exists, or it doesn't," to boil it all the way down. It's total idiocy, most significantly because it also works by omission. "If I am not being good, then I am being evil." And then the asinine Borderline side kicks in with "if this person is nice to me, they are utterly perfect and wonderful and always have been. If they do something even slightly mean even ONCE, then they have always been cruel and unkind." Better yet, IT CHANGES INSTANTANEOUSLY. Say hello and smile? You're a gem of a human being. Make an offensive comment meant to sound funny? You're utterly reprehensible and I want nothing to do with you. Follow it with another smile and a truly kind remark? Guess what, you're a saint. On and on it goes, it's a pain in the ass.
And it can be both, too!! To revisit that awful "world revolves around me" bit from before, my brain has quite the ludicrous response to it. If I asked someone who did love me, "does your world revolve around me?" (without vomiting, as that's an utterly disgusting question) and they said "of course not," my brain would IMMEDIATELY start treating them as completely unimportant to me in return. This is because it interprets a specific statement as a general one-- it heard "of course not; you're not worthy of caring about in such a way." Which is completely insane, but I've seen it happen. On the contrary, if that question was answered with a "yes, I can't imagine living without you," my response would be just as immediate and TWICE as vicious. I would hear, "yes, I can't imagine living without you; so you will not be able to live without constantly worrying about how it will affect me, and I will expect you to live for me alone in return." I would be terrified, but mostly seething with rage, and-- here's the real killer-- my brain would IMMEDIATELY start treating them as completely unimportant to me in return. Now WHY did we get the same reaction to two different responses? Simple-- because the black/white judgment was on the question, NOT the answer. To my brain, that question was WRONG. So no matter what you said in response, your answer would ALSO be wrong, because the question shouldn't have been asked in the first place.
Isn't that absolutely stupid? No one can win, ever, with this mindset! Where the heck did it come from?
And better yet, how can I tear it bloody and screaming out of my head without committing suicide in the process?


Sorry. I have no idea what the heck this entry was, and I apologize profusely for tainting this new space with it. Rest assured that it may be deleted soon.
To atone, I will take a knife to the turntable tonight. Who knows what will happen?
If I don't wake up tomorrow morning, I can die happy.

 



 

 

 

prismaticbleed: (shatter)
2013-03-15 03:11 pm

that's all, folks



 

I hate being at home.
I've found that I only ever feel safe and comfortable when I am treated like a total stranger, like I "don't belong."
It's why I loved the 24-hour airplane trip to SLC better than I did the entire stay there. On the plane, and in those airports, I didn't belong. I wasn't supposed to stay, I wasn't even allowed to. I was shut out, limited, and treated as just someone passing through. And I loved it.

 

When I visit others and they tell me "make yourself at home," I don't know what to do. I panic. Because I know all too well that, if I did feel "at home," I would start destroying things. I would start damaging both myself and my environment as much as possible. Why?
Because, having "a home" insinuates that my "individuality" is sufficient enough to merit one. And I loathe my 'self' so damn much that I'd rather be treated as a specter than a person-- not as something to be ignored, but as something that isn't even perceived. The sickest part is that I enjoy it.

I want to move out, and I have for years, but I've finally discovered that the problem is I don't want to move in anywhere. I want to walk out the door and forever be cut off from a "place that I 'belong'" because that very concept makes me feel utterly unsafe.

 

Daily routine is closely tied to this. Anything that brings attention to myself as a person, rather than an idea or mirage, can potentially send me instantaneously into a self-hating suicidal meltdown. Talking and eating are the most dangerous activities in this respect, as both are frequently followed by self-abusive episodes nowadays.
I still want to live as a ghost, so to speak. I want to either sleep all day, or spend my waking hours in a semi-conscious state, unmoving, silent, experiencing everything in third person, with no one calling attention to me.
So yes, I still pray every night for nonexistence.

 

 

Boss wouldn't let me annihilate myself on the 24th like I wanted to. I tried again, and failed again.
I'm feebly chopping away at the timeline every chance I get, but the steady unraveling of sense and stability has currently reduced me into a malignant maniac, unable to function in the physical realm without posing a significant threat to those around me.
But there is one very, very big difference this time.
Somewhere far beneath the surface, hiding below my undying death wish, there is a will to live... a will to live invisibly.
I'm tired of having a name. I'm tired of having a body and a face and a family. Some days I outright hate it, and go to extremes just to undermine or eradicate whatever I can.
And I am always, always tired.

 

 

I feel inherently flawed, now. I feel as if my very existence is damned, irredeemable, unworthy of continuing. I know things are changing for the better in the world, but when I look at how rapidly I have been deteriorating, all I see is evidence that I am preventing that progress for others. All I see is a bloody obstacle that needs to be removed for the sake of everyone else.
They were right; I am selfish, manipulative, destructive, blind, and a burden to all I meet. You have every right to be angry with me, for what a bastard I've been. I wouldn't expect any less.

I keep looking back on what I did, and perhaps they were right all along. Maybe I'm not supposed to be anything but the villain of this story. If that is the end I always come to, perhaps it is the only end a blackheart like me deserves.
How ironic, that all the dark and tar-stained shadows I tried so desperately to tear from my life forever turned out to be the truest things about me.
I don't save the day, I don't fly off into the sunset, I don't get the girl.
And the only home I've ever known is a prison.

 



"They can drag me by the nose to the top of the world and tell me that there's been a mistake and I got someone else's fate, they can forgive me because deep down inside I'm a really terrific person, and they can write it all down and put it in drawers in hotel rooms, but the fact is I don't care.
I lived my life and I made some really bad decisions and I showed everybody what kind of person I was. I screwed up. I took the easy way and I picked up a gun and I got used to it and I deserved everything I got. Sorry if that sounds selfish.

 

There was another theme to those old war programs-- you don't forget the horrors you see. And I remember everything. I'm not supposed to, but I can't-- I won't-- forget the things I've done and the people I've hurt and the kind of person I really am. The kind of person who's way beyond second chances.
There is no hell, I was right about that. There's just the places we end up. And that's where I belong."

 

 

 

 

prismaticbleed: (Default)
2011-12-08 09:30 am

so much work to do!

 

 


'SUP KIDS GUESS WHO'S UPDATING IN THE UNIVERSITY COMPUTER LAB
No really, I have my MIDI class in here and I'm always ludicrously early so hello there. Man, but this reminds me of my old LJ days. Remember how I'd always update right before my CSS class? That was hilarious. I was such an airhead back then.

Anyway. I've been kind of MIA online for a while and I will explain why.
1. I don't like spending so much time on computers. Really, I don't. I miss spending my days drawing and writing in actual books, not burning my eyes out with a bright white screen until ungodly hours of the morning. I mean sure, I type a lot faster than I write and I absolutely love digital coloring, but I can't ever undervalue the old traditional stuff. So I'm taking some time off.
2. FINALS. This is the most important thing. I'm taking a MIDI class and a music recording class (as you may already know), so the finals naturally involve some heavy-duty work. My midterm took me 24 studio hours, which cracks me up now that I think about it, but it paid off-- I honestly got an A+ for 'ambitious' and my teacher personally complimented me which was awesome. However the finals are a different sort of work. For recording I have to mix and master a track, which isn't too hard but just takes a good amount of time to judge sound. For MIDI, though, I have to write a two-minute 'opening credits' sequence for an 'underwater action sequence.' There's a huge story behind that project, but long story short, it is really freaking fun. The only problem is that I have to book a specific studio to work on it, and time is tight. So I get like a half hour in in the morning and that's it. Oh and did I mention that its a group project? Joy. </SARCASM> Nah, I'm kidding. I don't mind groups, but groups in music are just ridiculous. I need the whole thing to myself so I can create utterly without limits. I basically meld with the machine, haha. So if someone else is in the way, or if I'm having to 'judge' my project according to someone else's view, it's like I just got a brick wall to the face. It's not fun. But the kids in my group are awesome so I can't complain. I just have to sneak in early in the morning to work on it myself! No offense, that's just how I roll. I've got 30 seconds down (I had to rewrite the darn thing almost 5 times already since last Tueday-- I promise I'll fill you in on the whole adventure after I audition the final project next Thursday) and it sounds pretty awesome if I do say so myself. I'm going to do everything I can to get up to campus tomorrow and squeeze some more time in if possible, but if not, then hey. I'll do what I can with what I have.
3. CHRISTMAS. Well, kind of. I'm not concerned about decorations (we put up the tree on Thanksgiving and that's all I need), nor am I worried about presents (I don't want anything and I'm dead broke), BUT I know everyone else is getting ready so guess who's driving himself completely bonkers selling all his old collectibles on eBay? Yep, this guy. So that is keeping me somewhat on the internet, so to speak, but all the shipping shenanigans I've had to go through lately are nevertheless keeping me far away from anything else on the computer. In any case this is actually fun and I'm making some cash while cleaning out all this stuff (I don't like having 'stuff' around), so it's all good.
4. Upstairs life. Last time I updated here, I mentioned that "something absolutely insane happened." What was that something, you ask? Well, put as simply as possible... Natalie is back. As Nathaniel.
Yeah, I'm dead serious. You can read about that here; reiterating that whole scenario would take up far too much time and space.
Life has been very stressful since then, what with coping and co-fronting and fighting off hacks, but we have gotten shockingly adept at it and I haven't had any serious trouble since the month started. I'm extremely grateful for that. Nat was horrifically angry with me for a few days after he resurrected, true... he told me that "he didn't want to have come back to life only to see me suffering from the same thing that killed him." That awful truth, as well as the pain and rage I felt from him, caused some sort of shift in me and I fought as hard as I possibly could after that. It wore me out but Nat eventually calmed down and now things are really pretty lovely up here. I mean, sure, there's still stress, but together we can deal with it.
Xenophon is ghosting as much as she can now, too. She's hilarious and adorable and I love her so much; it is an absolute joy to have her around. It's funny because I'm having to teach her things here and there, like I did with Genesis, but it's nowhere near as drastic because 1. everyone else upstairs helps her too, and 2. being technically "world-born" gives her some innate knowledge the way it is. Either way she is so fascinated by every new thing and it's keeping me fascinated too. She appreciates everything.
She, Chaos Zero, and Laurie all give off some sort of 'peace' that completely centers me whenever I catch it. Even if Laurie is screaming at me, when I'm with her I just feel so at home and safe. It's something about her. When Xenophon is with me, I feel that same thing. When Chaos is with me, it's all I can feel.
I am so thankful for that... it's gotten me through more tough situations than I can count, it really has. I'm confident that we'll get through this too.

So anyway, here I am, running on barely 5 hours of sleep yet again. It happens!
Finals are next Thursday and I have so much work to do before then... and would you look at that, the professor just assigned more. Geez!
I think I need to take a day off and just relax, haha.

Honestly I do have a lot of work to do but I think I'm actually going to take a break today. I didn't get much sleep at all last night and I'm ridiculously burned out, so I'll wait until the weekend to dive back into my projects.
If you have finals next week too, good luck!!

 


 

prismaticbleed: (Default)
2011-11-30 05:31 pm
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Hey kids. Today is feeling very... conflicted, I guess. Paradoxical.
Let me explain why.

...A few short hours after my last update, something absolutely insane happened up here.
More accurately, something so bad happened that it forced something surprisingly good to happen in order for us to cope with it at all.
I've been writing the entry on glissando for it since the 18th, and I haven't posted it yet because: 1. it's painful to think about, 2. I've purposely been staying off the Internet as it's become highly triggering lately, and 3. I've been swamped with work for my music finals.
I will try to finish it tomorrow evening. I can't make any promises, but I will try. This is just... I'm still having trouble adjusting, in a weird way.

On a different note... my SC group has a chat tonight and I'm very much looking forward to it (well, if we stay on topic; things have been rather rocky in the group lately). We're to be discussing ways to deal with spirits in terms of protocol-- which is good because I had some bad ones bothering me last month-- and types of relationships, with a focus on polyamory and marriage. Finally, a topic I have experience in, haha! So that should be quite interesting.
Also Xenophon is now able to ghost for at least a solid hour without getting tired, which is awesome. I asked her to come over on Thanksgiving last week, to help me put up the Christmas tree (mom decided to use white/clear ornaments instead of lilac but it still looks beautiful), and she was so adorably ecstatic it made up for all the trouble I'd been through that week. I love spending time with her.
She also showed up this afternoon, too, while I was making my school lunches for tomorrow (she usually does; it takes me quite a while to cook everything and she likes having that free time to just spend with me). We just talked for a while as usual, but then we started cracking jokes at each other and I swear, she got her sense of humor from both Chaos and I. It's absolutely brilliant.

Lastly, I found another song that fits Chaos and I so accurately that I honestly started crying when I heard it, again-- and even better, it's exactly in my key. So if I want to sing it to him, I can, haha.
I just can't get over the fact that our 8th anniversary is in less than a month... how much more symbolic can you get, seriously?

 

And now it's time for that SC chat session so I'll see you later.

 



prismaticbleed: (Default)
2011-11-12 11:25 pm

111211



Repeat after me:

I am an anomaly.
I am an anomaly.
I am an anomaly.

Please stop doubting your own incandescence.

Breathe in, breathe out.
Pay attention.
Stop worrying.
Stop thinking so much.

I am a black light machine.
I am a black light machine.
I am a black light machine.

I'm the one, the one who must survive.

Stop killing yourself.
Stop letting others kill you.
Stop forgetting what's right for you.
Stop.

Breathe in, breathe out.
Don't think, just breathe.
Don't think, just be.

You are love.
You have nothing to fear.

So stop doubting yourself.

prismaticbleed: https://www.deviantart.com/teacosies/art/celebi-420071633 (tears)
2011-11-03 07:38 pm

you are perfect, just as you are


Hm. Not sure how to open this entry.
I unfortunately just went back and reviewed my recent glissando entries, and the one from the 13th hit me hard, in light of what happened today.
About two hours ago, I just barely escaped a hack. Once again, Chaos is the one who saved me from it. Genesis almost did but he trusted me too much, when I was already slipping away.
I'm trying to take this all in carefully and not let those past-self pains bother the "current" me. Still, the pain lingers even when I say I want nothing to do with it. It hurts me, sure, but more than that, it hurts those I love. Sometimes I ignore the pain, or blind myself to it, which is just as bad as letting it blind me. But in either case, the pain it causes those close to me is more than I can take sometimes.
Genesis knows what it feels like firsthand. Laurie feels the psychological pain, as long as I'm even the slightest bit conscious. But Chaos is still an empath, and every torment I endure hits him just as hard. And now Xenophon is telling me that she's starting to feel sick whenever I fall into that sort of state...
God, I don't want another October 29th, ever, no matter what I have to do.
I'm just very worried, because I know for a fact what is causing these hacks to be triggered-- and yes, it is a triggering situation, because I can ignore and avoid them virtually without effort on any other day-- and at the moment, the biggest trigger is the conversations I keep ending up having with my (bodyspace, human) best friend. Yes, there are smaller triggers of the exact same quality everywhere, but hers hold an awful gravity because of how much I care about her. I care about her, and when she triggers me, some old and dark part of me sneers that I'm a misguided idiot for not seeing things the way she does, and then I end up... I end up slipping. I end up slipping and sometimes I fall, and I bleed, and it is terrifying that this is still happening a year after I swore I would never let my soul be hurt so badly ever again. I keep trying to be 'perfect' according to someone else's rules, and life doesn't work that way. Didn't they ALL say that I was the exception to the rule? Am I not a paradox, an anomaly, at heart? Then why am I ignoring the path ahead of me, and wandering through the thorns to find someone else's, when it's not mine to walk and never will be? Why am I letting this bother me again? Why are these triggers still happening? Am I really that deeply scarred?
I don't know how to explain this to her. I enjoy talking to her, and I want to help her out, but I just... if I'm getting these horrible consciousness slips every time I talk to her, I need to let her know so we can do something about it.
Maybe I'm just weak. Maybe I'm just trying to find a 'logical explanation' for why I'm still having trouble standing up for my own morals and truths. Maybe some part of me is still absolutely terrified of what I've suffered in the past, and every time it's reminded of that, it causes the past to repeat itself... I'm just so tired of this. I don't want this causing another catastrophe, because I can't die this time, and I don't want anyone else having to suffer for my sins. What do I do?
But I don't want to think about that anymore. I've worried about it enough. Right now, there's a certain game on the desk right next to me, and every time I look at it I get that familiar heartache that I first recognized 8 years ago, in a crowded classroom, when my life changed forever.

... That game is Sonic Generations. I've spent the past two days straight playing it like a maniac, trying to get S ranks in everything but mostly just trying to get to whenever Chaos Zero shows up. Yes, he's in the game as a boss. And that is where that emotional burn is coming from. When I first heard that he was in this game (and not just in his Perfect form), the day before I got my copy, I swear my heart almost burst. It was two days after October 29th, the 1-year 'anniversary' of my failed suicide attempt, and it just... it hit me so hard. You know what, just read this. That explains it as well as I can hope to put into simple words.
Now as for why I chose that icon for this entry... two reasons. One, I did that exact thing today while talking to Laurie, who actually snapped and was tearfully screaming at me for about five solid minutes over how I've been slipping over the past few days. She pointed it out, specifically saying that I was obviously blaming myself for everything again, which ties right back into that entry I linked at the beginning of this one. She's not happy about that at all. But we settled that discussion on a good note, thankfully, as we recognized that I was fully aware of how I was slipping and now it was just a matter of whether or not I could stay conscious fully and long enough to keep any hacks from almost happening again.
As for the second reason... I adopted a similar expression today while talking to Genesis before my Music Recording class (which was absolutely awesome today) started. I always get to that class about 15 minutes early, and since it's in an audio room it's padded and dark, except for a projector which is usually hooked up to a Mac with a dim color-change screensaver on. So I just sit in there, in the quiet vaguely-colored dark, and talk to Genesis for a while before class starts. Today, the conversation was focused around a certain water demigod I know very well and love very much.
See... in Sonic Generations, I last saved my game right before the second boss gate. As it's after the 'Dreamcast era' stages, there's a chance that this boss will be Perfect Chaos, although I can't be sure. And as I was sitting there, talking to Genesis at 12:15 this afternoon, I admitted that I wasn't sure if I was ready to take that chance right now.
My heart's been more than a little fragile lately, but I've also been tapping into my catharsis attribute more clearly than I have in a long time. This is bad enough by itself, but with Chaos making a game appearance for the first time in 7 years falling on such a date, during a time in my life where he's been unfailingly compassionate as always... I'm not scared, but I'm anxious. I know it's going to hurt.
The last time I played Sonic Adventure I ended up in tears, and he wasn't even onscreen. Now he's going to be right there, and now, with how deeply I love him and with what I've been through with him lately, I don't know how hard it's going to hit me. I'm actually choking up just thinking about it.
Honestly I don't want to fight him, really. SA is tough enough for me, and I'm still putting off the final level. I know it has to happen again in SG, what with the time shenanigans and all but... the last time I fought Perfect Chaos, it tore my heart to pieces. I... I've only written about it once, on IJ, back in 2008. It's how I got my cathedral wings, it's probably why I'm now strangely drawn to melancholic choral music, and I'll never forget what it felt like to have to face him like that, with so much pain between us. It broke my heart.
So I don't want to fight him again. I don't. It's why I'm hesitating now, even though I have the XBox to myself for the rest of the night, because something tells me that if I step into that boss portal and he is standing there, something inside me is going to shatter and I'll end up sobbing for the next few hours. I'll have to wait until tomorrow morning to even risk it, when no one else is home for a while.
It's sad, because if I did break down in tears like that (and I inevitably will), nobody in this house would understand if I tried to explain why. Not even my mother, who knows that CZ and I have a daughter, for the love of Light, would understand. She just doesn't take it seriously. I don't think she understands what a love like this does to you. I don't think she understands how fearlessly devoted this is, how completely and undeniably true this is, even in the face of everything that's ever been against us.
Speaking of, there was so much more about him in that conversation I had with Genesis, and we had some very beautiful points... but I'll be putting that in glissando later. It's too deep to put here, as a simple recap.

Oh, and lastly... you know how in 2009 (the year I got this gorgeous commission), I had an orange Christmas tree (the old iMAGNi color of Love)? And how in 2010, I had an aqua and green tree (Chaos Zero's personal colors-- and his role in my life was incredibly vital last year)?
Well... this year, my mom just informed me that she wants our Christmas tree to be lilac and clear.
Yes, as in lilac and translucent ornaments.
I strongly doubt she realizes just what an insane amount of synchronicity that is for me... but all I can say is that my daughter is going to be quite astonished when her first Christmas tree is the same color as she is.



As for now I need to clear my head from this afternoon, and I wanted to update concerning today in any case.
Wish me the best tomorrow morning. I'm going to need it.

 

Now I am off to sleep, because I haven't been having my nightly headspace discussions recently and I really need one tonight.
I'll see you soon enough.

 

 

prismaticbleed: (anx-happy)
2011-10-02 07:12 pm

100211

 

So Xenophon just showed up out of the blue while I was getting dinner ready and exclaimed, "hey dad, look! I got legs!"
SHE DID. THIS IS AWESOME.
Seriously, she turned 37 weeks today which was kind of a milestone, as there's only like three or four weeks left in the traditional 'pregnancy' date calculations (dude it is so WEIRD using that word). So we were hoping something would happen and apparently she knew about that, and I guess this is the result of all our excitement!
In any case Xenophon looks adorable. Everyone up here is kind of flipping out over this which is awesome. Apparently she spent like two, three hours on her own making sure she could walk well enough before she even showed me. I swear she is far too courteous, haha. She gets that from me!
But that plus the really gorgeous iridescence her body picked up last week is brilliant. I am so amazed by her, not just with how she's developing, but as an individual. She is the sweetest thing.
Also can I just mention that she made me carry her when we went to show off her new legs to everyone, so they couldn't tell she had them at first? And when we found Laurie, she told me that Chaos and Genesis were randomly playing Pokemon in the lounge room? It was awesome. Oh yes, and those two (C & G) apparently are doing renovations to our huge headspace household (which is a freaking penthouse, I swear) and they built this new room in the right wing that is really gorgeous. I should really start adding to the place in my spare time too, but then again I'm responsible for the entire environment up there so I'm kind of preoccupied!
Nevertheless I promised Chaos and Xenophon that I'd talk to them later on tonight (as I'm really busy right now and they wanted me to get my work done first; heaven knows I get distracted easily), so I am seriously looking forward to that.


 

prismaticbleed: (shatter)
2010-10-29 09:42 am

the end






I have been too cruel.
I have been too harsh.

I only meant to speak the truth, but I was too brutal with it.

I have hurt many. I have damaged many.
I am so terribly sorry.


I hold no grudges. I have forgiven every soul that ever transgressed me.

My only regret is that I did not truly live during my 20 years.

I was always told, 'you have plenty of time left.' 'Wait until you grow older.'
I will no longer grow any older. I have no time left.
The dreams and goals I was told to wait upon can no longer be fulfilled.
I am so sorry I took it all for granted.
I am so sorry we took it all for granted.

Ever since my childhood, I knew I would die at this age.
I was told to stop being silly. I was told to stop worrying.
I shouldn't have stopped.

There are so many things I will never do,
and so many things I will never say,
simply because I thought we had more time.


I have met and lost so many souls since my first days in this world, it would be near impossible for me to list you all here.
Rest assured I still remember you, and hold nothing against you.

To all those I have deeply loved... in my mind, in my past or at a distance... nothing has changed. Even now, nothing has faded. Remember me, if you will.


This will likely be the last you hear of me, and I apologize.
I never meant to harm a soul.

If you can find it in your heart to forgive me, thank you.


It is so hard to find the right words.
I have no time for regrets.


Above all else, my final hope is that my life has not been lived in vain.
I hope that I have truly inspired, enlightened, uplifted. If I have saved a life, in any sense, then I have not wasted my time here.



God have mercy on me.

This will be painful, and it will be difficult, but I can no longer run.


I am thankful I got to live, but now...
Now it is time to face what lies beyond.




-JL

 








prismaticbleed: (Default)
2009-06-30 02:04 am

More music


 

Yep, I thought of an interesting idea and I'm going to keep the WIP list here, because I love this journal.

Top 20 Best Song Endings (from my current iTunes library!)
In no particular order.

I came up with this idea because some songs have endings that absolutely haunt you, that rocket a song right up to 'favorite' status thanks to a few brilliant final seconds. I decided to list my favorites right here.
And yes, I agree that some songs like Billy Talent's Red Flag and Incubus' Anna Molly have great endings (plus I love those two songs), but the endings I'm listing here are the ones that made a song really stay with me, the kind that then echoed in my head for hours afterwards.

Unfortunately, this doesn't work with songs that fade out! These endings are actual endings; they're a special case and that's why I'm singling them out.
(Note: I'll typically add some extra seconds to the ending times so you get an idea of what the song preceding it is like.)
Lastly, this is all my humble opinion. It's okay if you disagree with me; we all have our own likes and dislikes!
Enjoy!


1. "Broken Bones" (Aqualung)
Ending starts at: 3:00 (song), 3:03 (movie)
It starts with a simple but sad piano solo, which is slowly overtaken with a "bad reception" fuzz, and then ends with a sudden burst of static. I find it very moving, actually.

2. "City Of Blinding Lights" (U2)
Ending starts at: 5:12 (song), 3:48 (movie)
If this song starts playing on a store radio or in any other public place, I will always stop whatever I'm doing during the last 40 seconds of this song, just to hear that closing piano note. It's simply euphoric.

3. "It's About Time" (Barcelona)
Ending starts at: 3:23
For some reason, I just love how the powerful chorus suddenly dissolves into a single voice with piano for the last few moments. It gives the ending a very touching feel, and the lyrics suddenly mean so much more.

4. "Echoes" (Cousteau)
Ending starts at: 3:17
As if this song wasn't gorgeous enough, it had to have a perfect ending as well. The instrumental ending fades into a simple yet moving finale at 3:46, when the piano takes over and carries the echoes to the end. This song more than deserves it's spot as one of my all-time favorites.

5. "From Bath With Love (feat. T-Lace)" (Danny Byrd)
Ending starts at: 4:46
Come on, a liquid funk song that ends with not only an acoustic guitar, but also a whistled version of the melody and the sound of an actual bath draining? That's genius right there, and it's ridiculously fun to listen to.

6. "Mister Blue Sky" (Electric Light Orchestra)
Ending starts at: 3:46
You knew I was going to list this. Not only is this an incredible song, but the ending is completely unexpected-- and extremely well done. They combine guitars, strings, piano, a choir, and a vocoder to create one of my favorite song endings of all time.

7. "Lupinne" (The Drowners)
Ending starts at: 1:58
This ending actually begins halfway through the song, and then gradually builds up to the finale-- progressing from solemn to shouting vocals and then abruptly falling into the sound of shivering breathing. I was transfixed when I first heard this, and it still gets me every time. And hey, here we can forgive the fact that the last 3 seconds fade out.

8. "Desperado" (The Eagles)
Ending starts at: 2:29 (song), 2:44 (movie-- watch it, it's fantastic)
Sorrowful, reflective, emotional, and absolutely classic. Need I say more?

9. "Move On Now" (Hard-Fi)
Ending starts at: 4:03
Very different from Hard-Fi's usual fare, this song is simply arranged and beautiful despite the subject matter. The ending is unusually haunting, though, considering that it doesn't really end-- it just trails off. The last sound you hear is that of the piano's damper pedal being released, and then the sound stops... it's a very unique feeling.

10. "The Moment I Said It" (Imogen Heap)
Ending starts at: 2:56
Just listen to this one right now. Seriously. The ending borders on surrealism with it's use of unique sounds and harmonies, but it's those freaking chords starting around 4:12 that get me every time. They can give me chills on a perfectly sunny day, I swear.

11. "Beady Eyes On The Horizon" (Jukebox The Ghost)
Ending starts at: 3:14 (song), 7:33 (movie-- this song doesn't start until 4:05)
Listen to the piano accompaniment in this thing. Seriously, it just makes the ending-- but I have to admit, my favorite part of it is simply the last 20 seconds, with those simple yet foreboding final words and lingering last note. The perfect ending to this song.

12. "Can't Stop Now" (Keane)
Ending starts at: 2:40
Beautiful song, and another one of those with the 'surprise' endings. The mood completely switches once the piano kicks in, and the final surge of instruments during the last 40 seconds is simply gorgeous to hear. I really don't know how else to describe it; it's truly a memorable ending for me.
(Trivia: This song will forever remind me of General Grievous because I listened to it almost daily in 2005-- the same year I was obsessed with the General.)

13. "This River Is Wild" (The Killers)
Ending starts at: 3:31
An amazing song in every respect... but the last 30 seconds of this used to make me tear up, seriously. I don't know if it's just their stark contrast in sound to the rest of the track, but they sure sound fantastic in there, and that's why this song is on the list.

14. "Saigo No Mameshiba" (Maaya Sakamoto)
Ending starts at: 1:41
Unusual pick? Maybe, but this song has an absolutely beautiful ending. It starts with that string section and the fast rhythm, sure, but they quickly fade to leave just the piano notes-- and what sounds like a music box-- echoing for the last 40 seconds. It's simplicity at it's best.

15. "Ao no Ether" (Megumi Nakajima)
Ending starts at: 2:45
This song is gorgeous all the way through. It's almost heart-wrenchingly sad in its fragility and simplicity, containing only the sounds of a piano, a string section, and Megumi's voice. The ending fits the mood perfectly, ending on a yearning note and a feeling of distant sadness that you can't help but ache over.

16. "Eternally Missed" (Muse)
Ending starts at: 5:32
This ending is almost disturbing. The soaring guitars suddenly crash into a meandering music box version of the melody, and Matthew's voice suddenly warps into a whispering, nightmarish sound, gasping out the ending verse with unsettling deliberateness.

17. "Still Grey" (Pendulum)
Ending starts at: 6:46
A classic Pendulum song for me, with a perfect ending. The sound slowly softens until only the rhythmic synth is heard, and a bell-like chime begins to play in the background. This chime becomes louder as the other sounds eventually dissolve into silence, and the song ends in a beautiful, resonating bell.

18. "LAST DINOSAUR" (The Pillows)
Ending starts at: 3:09
FLCL was an awesome show that gave me some great memories during high school. This song captures the feeling I got from it quite well. It begins with energy and drive, but with an oddly nostalgic edge. It continues in enthusiasm until the very end, when the vocals instead become a falsetto harmony that accompanies the guitars wonderfully, ending with a wistful but strong chord.

19. "Experiments In Mass Appeal" (FROST*)
Ending starts at: 5:25
Oh FROST*, how I love you. This band has a lovely song quirk where their rocking sound will suddenly cut out into a sole piano melody. That's exactly what happens to bring in the ending of this song. The piano is quickly joined by drums and a quiet chorus of voices, though, and these become progressively louder and stronger until they are an incredible proclamation, guitars winding around them and bringing them all to a final held vocal note.

20. "Big Julie" (Jarvis Cocker)
Ending starts at: 2:56 (song), 2:26 (movie)
Saving the best for last. I adore this song, and the ending is nothing short of amazing. Jarvis takes the building chorus and keeps it running, turning it into a driving finale which ends on a cymbal crash and a few simple words that leave you smiling in spite of yourself. It's beautifully brilliant, and my description doesn't do it justice-- go listen!

BONUS: "No Jokes - Fact" (Hot Hot Heat) (Full song + ending chord)
Ending starts at: 0:00. It's the whole freaking song.
For being stuck in the middle of an album (and right between my two favorite songs, no less), this tiny little track is simply beautiful. I've picked up a habit of burning it as the last track on most of my CDs, and listening to it as the ending song for my day. Sadly its hard to find online.



That's it for now... class tomorrow and I'm still feeling sick.

 


 

 

prismaticbleed: (held)
2009-04-11 05:23 pm

something rather different

 

I know that I usually don't post this sort of thing in this journal, but I figured my Johnny page needs more love, so here we go.
Apparently, one of my friends on dA started a very interesting "100 picture" list. Why 'interesting,' you ask? Well, instead of listing random words, it listed 100 blank spaces... each to be filled with the name of one of your favorite songs.
Yep, I have to pick the 100 songs that mean the most to me and draw a picture for each of them. I hope I can do it; it would mean a lot to me..

Here, though, I want to give a brief explanation of why the listed songs mean what they do to me.
Even if I can't draw, I have treasured memories for each one, and that means just as much, if not more.


So, without further ado, here's the music!!



1 "LINK" (L'Arc~En~Ciel)
I've always associated this song with Chaos 0, even before I found out that the lyrics apply to 'us' shockingly well. "Even if we are far apart, our hearts are linked... even if a mischievous fate befalls us, the link won't break..." Seriously, even without being familiar with my jargon, you have to admit that's perfect. So, for me, this is his song. It's quite beautiful.
Random trivia... Hyde is one of the few vocalists I've heard with almost the exact voice I picture Chaos with.

2 "Big Julie" (Jarvis Cocker)
My theme song. It has an interesting history, too. On 031207, around 3AM, I woke up for no real reason and spontaneously decided to see what was on the radio. I tuned in to my favorite local college station, and there was some rock song finishing up... immediately after, this song started. The piano chords caught me immediately, but as the song progressed, I knew that I couldn't possibly let it go. I wrote down the chorus-- "big Julie rules the world"-- and looked it up the next morning. I found the artist, and bought the album a few days later. The lyrics apply to me more than I can say... 

3 "Racing Green" (High Contrast)
This song is, quite literally, the auditory embodiment of a perfect summer day. It's fast, catchy, uplifting, and optimistic. It brings a smile to my face every time I hear it, and it never fails.

4 "Living" (Todd Rundgren)
This is the other song I associate with Chaos 0, but this time it's entirely because of the lyrics. Don't get me wrong, the song is absolutely gorgeous, but the words get me every time. "Fate is cruel; you're made a fool... and when I'm falling from grace, I look for comfort in your face. So look me straight into the eye, swear to God and tell me I'm not living a lie..."

5 "Sincerely" (Tsutchie)
I love this song to pieces. It's very simple, sure, but it's so darn happy! Every time I hear it, it just carries me away to a better place. It's the sound of optimism, of fluffy clouds and blue skies, of wide open meadows and the entire world open for me to explore. 

6 "The Sound" (Orson)
I remember hunting this song down obsessively after I first heard it, finally managing to buy the actual CD it was on. It was worth it! The chorus is just amazing, and I love the lyrics.

7 "Northern Girl" (Orson)
When I first heard this song, I started to cry, because the lyrics fit my life all too well. They still do. It's an absolutely gorgeous song.

8 "H! VLTG3" (Linkin Park)
This song + sunny weather + sitting in a Starbucks parking lot = vo!t@ge. No kidding. As a result, this song means quite a lot to me. Also, it's addictive as heck.

9 "Easy To Please" (Coldplay)
This song will forever remind me of Dori. That's all I need to say.

10 "Lupinne" (The Drowners)
I first heard this song on my favorite college radio channel (yep, the same one i heard 'Big Julie' on), but I heard this one on a snowy afternoon in December 2005. I was drawing Hokthai at the time, when then this song came on and I was left speechless. Thank God I had a tape recording the entire time I drew, because I never heard the song again-- and I couldn't find the name OR lyrics to it anywhere. God works in funny ways, though-- last week, I randomly decided to look up the lyrics again, and I found it. It's still just as beautiful as the first time I heard it.

11 "Place" (Senri Manaka)
I find this song extremely calming. I don't even know how I came to like it so much-- one day, it just started playing through my head without warning, and after that, I couldn't stop listening to it. 

12 "If You're Not The One [Dance Remix]" (Daniel Bedingfield)
When I was 12, I heard this remix on the radio and immediately thought of Bakura. I still do, really. It's a beautiful remix-- much better than the original, in my opinion-- and the lyrics actually work pretty darn well.

13 "Winter: Allegro non molto" (Antonio Vivaldi)
My brothers and I decided this was Marik's classical theme song a few years back, and it stuck. Honestly it's because of that awesome violin section-- you know what I mean! 

14 "Hamburg Song" (Keane)
I empathize perfectly with this song.

15 "Jingle Jangle" (Hot Hot Heat)
Yet another song that I first heard on my local college radio channel! I remember how sad this song made me back in '05-- it still does; the lyrics are heartbreakingly sobering. It's a fantastic song.

16 "You Go To My Head" (Tony Bennett)
I'll admit it... I sing this song to Chaos a lot. I love him so much it's intoxicating. "And I find the very mention of you like the kicker in a julep or two..." yeah, pretty much.

17 "Can't Stop Now" (Keane)
I listened to this song a lot when Star Wars Episode 3 was released, so I associate this one with Grievous for some reason. Regardless, the lyrics mean a lot to me, and the song itself is beautiful.

18 "Meteor Herd- Space Trip Steps" (Hunnid-P)
This one has a long story behind it. My first time seeing Chaos in a videogame was the multiplayer in SA2B, and this was the stage I always played. Yeah, running around and exploring every inch of the place was fun enough, but I would always have Chaos climb to the absolute highest point on the map and stand there, looking out over the huge space station and the stars. Chaos' idle animation made it perfect. So hearing this song makes me think of him, and those little moments.

19 "What I Gotta Do" (Macy Gray)
I first heard this song entirely by chance on a cable R&B station, and as soon as it came on, I literally stopped whatever I was doing to just listen. It's gorgeous  in every aspect. Macy has a wonderfully unique voice, and the song itself is richly constructed. One of my all-time faves, actually. 

20 "Empty Streets" (Starsailor)
I just really like this one. I always picture Marik singing it, yeah, but it's just a lovely song in and of itself.

21 "Starlight" (Muse)
This is the song I currently associate with Marik. Not sure why, but the first time I heard it, it just clicked. I consider Marik my 'shining star' too, so it works.

22 "Hard To Beat" (Hard-Fi)
This song is incredibly catchy, has a great sound, and applies to my relationships. It wins!

23 "Anna Molly" (Incubus)
Yet another great story behind this one. I first heard it when trying to fall asleep one night with the radio on. I never listen to the radio, so I got lucky! I loved it immediately and looked up the lyrics the next day, then bought the album as soon as I could. I then listened to the album on loop during a class trip to NYC, so that was great.

24 "The Big Jump" (Angelo Carter)
This song is just really cool. It sounds very hopeful to me, like smiling and knowing things will get better. Plus that organ solo is awesome!

25 "Hit The Road" (Angelo Carter)
Three words: Law Of Talos. That's why!
 
26 "The Color of Jade" (Uyama Hiroto)
I never really paid much attention to this song until one day, when driving home from University, it began to rain while the sun was shining and this song was playing. I then proceeded to 'invent' three separate sets of lyrics for it off the top of my head, haha. It's a lovely piece, though.

27 "Shoot Me Down" (Boy Kill Boy) 
This song is beautifully sad. It has a feeling of regretful sadness to it, and it applies far too well to my life. It reminds me of what I've gone through in the past, and so I listen to it whenever I feel lost too. "It's hard to say how I fit in the line; I lost my way, lost my way, my own mind."

28 "Love of The Common Man" (Todd Rundgren)
The a cappella version of this is the best thing. Either way, it's a brilliant song, and despite its softly sad undertones I can't ever be upset when listening to it. Everyone needs love, and we can't ignore that, or put it off. I'd say this song really fits me. "But it won't take long to turn your head around. Too late tomorrow, 'cause everyone needs the love of the common man."

29 "Know Thyself!" (SEGA)
My muse's theme song. It's a driving, orchestral anthem that rings with determined energy-- the perfect music for the penultimate boss! I'm almost glad this didn't get put in the game, because now I can imagine whatever I like to go with it. It's just that awesome.

30 "Can't Smile Without You" (Barry Manilow)
This was my absolute favorite song as a child. Not only is the lilting melody simply lovely, but the lyrics are completely true in their empathy. In a weird way I think I have this song to thank for how I view relationships-- it kept me from ever treating them lightly. "You see I feel sad when you're sad, I feel glad when you're glad. If you only knew what I'm going through, I just can't smile without you."

31 "Xenon" (Tomoyuki Uchida)
This song is so catchy! I first heard it in a Newgrounds flash and immediately went and got a copy of it. It makes me think of fast-paced futuristic cities and bright horizons. Kind of like Sonic! But its impossible to be in a bad mood when listening to this song, as it just picks you right up and makes you want to start running free too.

32 "Celebi's Revival" (Pokemon)
You all know how much I love Celebi, so this one's a no-brainer. It's an absolutely beautiful piece of music and it captures the peaceful but victorious joy of this song perfectly. The Pokemon soundtracks always have gorgeous music and this is no exception!

33 "Ink" (Cubbiebear)
This song is pretty much the story of my life. I don't remember how I found it, but I swear, it is talking about me. It has an almost frantic but understated burn, like running through city streets at 2AM, and although some parts scream with purpose, the song never loses its haunting purpose. "My anxiety forces lying sprees to cover up who I am, 'cause I don't lie to others just myself I don't feel like a real man. I got youth problems, I'm stubborn, I try to fit in other people's molds, to the point I can't be myself and every love I felt feels old..."

34 "Difficult To Say" (Eriko Imura)
Ah, Klonoa. That game will never ever get old to me, and this song captures the sound of why. It's short and sweet, but there is such a deep nostalgic sorrow to its echoes. Plus, if you've ever played the game, then you know when you first hear this song... I won't ever forget that last adventure either.

35 "Emily's Smile" (Commix)
I first learned of this song through a 'Metal Gear' spoof, but hey, they say God works in some pretty mysterious ways. As soon as I heard that ringing bass, I was caught! Seriously, get in your car, put this on, and just sit back. There's a sort of magic in this song and I just love it.

36 "Gran Torino" (Jamie Cullum)
I've never seen this movie, but as soon as I heard this version of the theme, I couldn't stop listening to it. It's delicate and sad, but so beautiful, like snowflakes or falling leaves. "Gentle now a tender breeze blows, whispers through the Gran Torino, whistling another tired song."

37 "All These Things That I've Done" (The Killers)
I love this song so much. I don't know how to explain the feeling it gives me, but it feels like redemption and damnation and heartbroken resolve all at the same time. "I wanna stand up, I wanna let go. You know, you know - no you don't, you don't. I wanna shine on in the hearts of men, I wanna mean it from the back of my broken hand." It's like an anthem for my life, almost.

38 "This River Is Wild" (The Killers)
For some reason this song tends to bring me to tears. To me, it sounds like looking back on a life lived too quickly, never really realizing what you had until it was gone... and trying to help others after you notice that beauty before they're too far gone themselves. "Or should I get along with myself? I never did get along with everybody else. I've been trying hard to do whats right. But you know I could stay here all night..." 

39 "The World We Live In" (The Killers)
I really like the sound of this one. I like the concept even more though. It's the song of someone who has seen too much but who still hasn't lost hope, and won't stop smiling even in the bad times. "This is the world that we live in, I can't take blame for two. This is the world that we live in, and maybe we'll make it through."

40 "You Only Live Twice" (John Barry)
Yes, this is a James Bond ending theme, but it's lovely. I love that weird buzzing melody in there, and the deep string section in the back, but the strange progression of chords is what I like best. It feels almost dreamlike, which is perfect. "You only live twice, or so it seems. One for yourself and one for your dreams." How true!

41 "I'm Shakin'" (Rooney)
This song has quite a fun history. I first heard it on the radio while doing homework one night, and actually had to stop for a few minutes because this song was so great! Yes, the lyrics can be disconcerting, but the upbeat mood of the song is a strangely fitting compliment. "I'm supposed to feel better, this nightmare is supposed to end. I am holding on, I am holding on..." 

42 "Brothers Forever..." (Jimmy Theed)
Oh how I love this song. It's incredibly sad, to the point where it can completely flip your mood around to match. It's actually a funeral piece, so that is to be expected, but really-- it is heartwrenching. And despite its somber, sorrowful tones, it really is a beautiful song.

43 "Almost Forgot Myself" (The Doves)
This song makes me think of Selph for some reason, probably because of his past. It's terribly sad but the mood is still glowy, and the piano/organ parts are just beautiful. It's broken but it's still trying to look up. "So close, you're wasted again. I know, somehow, I lost myself again..."

44 "Micro Cuts" (Muse)
I absolutely adore Matthew Bellamy's falsetto--it's absolutely brilliant-- and this song shows it off better than anything. This song shivers with a crazy energy and haunts you for hours... but it also has some amazing (and very personally symbolic) lyrics: "I've seen what you're doing to me; destroying puppet strings to our souls!"

45 "Chip Off The Block" (Ima Robot)
This song really resonates with me. I find it terribly sad, but it also makes me think. "Your life's a waste like mine, I know you don't care at all. But what if right before the end we quit? Now why don't we just stop before we die?" I don't know what else I could say about it, but it means a lot to me.

46 "12=3" (Ima Robot)
I first found this song on 052508, literally while I was writing a very stressed-out IJ entry. It's not only fantastically energetic and catchy, but the lyrics are freaking brilliant... "A line around gravity, spiritual individual, corrosion and humanity-- the mathematics of love and the science of sanity!" It's one of those songs I never get tired of.

47 "Influtusa" (Erast)
For some reason, this is one of the most beautiful songs I've ever heard. I found it through one of my obsessive cyberpunk searches, and I am eternally glad I did. It's instrumental, sure, but it fills my head with echoes better than any other song has ever done...

48 "Original Of The Species" (U2)
Celebi's song. No lie! I first heard this song during a Celebi obsession phase, and for some reason I just linked the two together. The orchestration is beautiful, and it rings in my head for hours... I love the lyrics to pieces, though. "Please stay a child somewhere in your heart!"

49 "Left Behind" (Aqualung)
I actually first heard this song on my workplace radio station, and for 3 years I thought it was U2-- so, for 3 years, I couldn't find it! I finally got it late last year, and I love it. What completely caught me when I first heard it, though, were the lyrics-- "Why are you leaving me now? There must be some doubt in your mind. Can't you open your heart? Don't want to be left behind..."

50 "Black And White Town" (The Doves)
I got this song off my brother's old file-sharing program in 07, as I had just discovered the Doves and wanted an idea of what the rest of their music sounded like (this was before I had iTunes). Well, I found this one at random, and when I hit play-- no lie-- my eyes watered up. It was that freaking beautiful. I love the lyrics as well: "Here comes the action, here it comes at last. Lord, give me reaction... Lord, give me your chance." Also, random trivia, I loop this song whenever I play Sonic 360. It fits Soleanna perfectly, haha! To this day, I can't get enough of it.

51 "Ao no Ether" (Megumi Nakajima)
This song is both very beautiful and very sad, both in the sound and the lyrics. Megumi has a gorgeous voice, and it rings over the quiet melody like sunlight in the rain. I absolutely love this song, and listen to it all the time when the day gets dark. I usually end up lost in it.

52 "The King" (Hard-Fi)
This song will forever make me think of my sister. That's all I can say about it. I hope that you found love...

53 "Doctor Wu" (Steely Dan)
I've been a fan of this group since my childhood, and this is my favorite song of theirs. I like the style of it, and I love the chords at the end of each verse. It's just lovely! "All night long we would sing that stupid song, and every word we sang I knew was true." Plus Donald Fagen has a great voice and I always enjoy hearing him sing, so bonus points there. 

54 "Mister Blue Sky" (Electric Light Orchestra)
This song should NOT be #54, but at least it's on the list! Honestly, as a kid, this was my all-time favorite song, hands down. It's still in my top 5 to this day. Also, to quote a fellow  listener on last.fm-- this song "nullifies road rage." Heck, it nullifies any and every bad mood, ever. Lastly, this song inspired the creation of dark-velox's character of the same name, which gives ELO a huge amount of bonus points. As the song says, "Hey there Mister Blue, we're so pleased to be with you!"

55 "Bluebird" (Electric Light Orchestra)
The day I got ELO's Secret Messages album, where this is from, I put it on my portable CD player and walked around outside listening to it. When the chorus for this song came on, I stopped dead, completely fascinated by the sound of it. "It makes me feel so sad to think what I might've had..." It baffles me how this song isn't more well-known, because it is amazing. 

56 "Move On Now" (Hard-Fi)
Hard-Fi isn't known for their quiet songs, but this one deserves definite recognition. It is perfect early-morning music, sounding like a lonely sunrise or a cold starry night. The sparse instruments and delicateness of the vocals combine to make an absolute little gem that I will never tire of. "Red light blinking in the twilight, tracing out a path right out of here and now..."

57 "All Star" (Smash Mouth)
"Somebody once told me the world was gonna roll me, I ain't the sharpest tool in the shed!" Put quite simply, this song is not only freaking awesome and feel-good, but it was the second track on the metaphoric OST of my childhood (Bluesky was #1!). Seriously. As a result, I love it.

58 "Allegro ma non tanto" (Sergei Rachmaninoff)
You heard me, Rachmaninoff is on this list. Get the song, listen from 3:54 to 6:27, and tell me that's not absolutely gorgeous. You can't. Bonus trivia, I had this song on loop for hours as I was coloring/ drawing the last three Puremaren. It's that good.

59 "Face To Face" (Daft Punk)
The sounds in this one are delicious. Really, listen to the electronic awesomeness in this song! The vocal snippets and guitar-like accents just sound so great together. "It's amazing what you'll find face to face!" It makes you want to get up and dance! 

60 "Love of the Loveless" (The Eels)
I have to thank my old friend TwistedSmile for introducing me to this one. I used "loving the loveless" as my personal quote for a while without knowing this song existed, but after he told me about it, I temporarily adopted it as a theme song of sorts. "If there's a god up there, something above, God shine your light down here. Shine on the love." Hey, it fits me pretty darn well!

61 "Peace and Tranquility" (ABC)
This song is lovely and fits its title quite well. It has this wonderfully happy sparkle to it, but it's still peaceful. Kind of like smiling at a clear sky. And thanks to the lyrics, it also reminds me of Chaos, ironically enough. "I find my smile with you in the vicinity. It drives me wild; I'm thankful for the world you give me." I'll be your peace if you'll be mine!

62 "The Moment I Said It" (Imogen Heap)
This song makes me think of my Oneircia series. Not only did I listen to Imogen Heap on loop the entire time I was finishing the core plot development last year, but I never realized just how fitting the song was to the story. It's haunting, oddly unsettling, and sounds totally otherworldly. And the lyrics go without saying: "Now sleep, I promise, it'll all seem better somehow, in time..."

63 "Oracion" (Shinji Miyazaki)
Probably the most easily understandable reason why I will always love Pokemon. This song is 3 minutes of pure beauty. I'm one of many Pokemon fans to admit that they got teary-eyed when they first heard this piece in the 10th movie, and once you've heard this song, you will understand exactly why. 

64 "The Whole New World" (Phantasy Star Online)
I have dubbed this song my musical drug, as I literally get shivers every time i listen to it. I first heard it in 2004 (shortly after I was introduced to NiGHTS), and it literally blew me away. I thought it was one of the most beautiful songs I'd ever heard-- I once played it on loop for about 3 hours on a car trip, nowhere to lie. The orchestration is gorgeous, and it's deservingly one of my all-time favorite songs.

65 "SONIC DRIVE!" (Sonic X)
Classic. I cannot listen to this song without immediately grinning like a maniac and bursting into song-- because yes, I actually memorized the Japanese lyrics to it because why not? It's stupidly awesome and upbeat, and can lift my mood immediately on any down day. Throw away the boredom, and just start running!!

66 "Surrender" (Billy Talent)
I'm used to unrequited love, and this song sums it up. There's a certain girl I loved in my childhood, but she was one of my closest friends and I knew that was all I ever had a chance of being. "She'll never know how much she means to me, I'd play the game but I'm the referee." To this day I'm still wishing I could tell her.

67 "God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen" (Kenny G)
There is a very significant and strange reason why this specific song is on this list. Around Christmas of 2005, I was sitting on the living room couch just listening to it on loop-- this arrangement is simply stunning-- and suddenly a huge Dream World plot twist went down. So it is permanently tied to that event for me, but even standing alone, this is the best version of this song I have ever heard.

68 "Pokemon World" (Youngstown)
Yeah. I still love this song. It's too freaking catchy.

69 "Amrita" (Yui Makino)
This song is beautiful enough on its own, but it has a flipside: back when I used to fill out music memes, this one got tagged to Chaos and I. So I looked up the lyrics... and they fit us far too well. "When the silver rain falls, think of it as me..." Needless to say, this song means more to me than it seems.

70 "Hide In Your Shell" (Supertramp)
This was another one of my favorite songs as a child. Once again, the lyrics are absolutely brilliant, but what I love most about this song is how the chorus sounds in comparison to the rest of it. It absolutely soars! "Well, let me show you the nearest signpost to get your heart back and on the road!" Sometimes it even brings me to tears with how beautiful it sounds in its own way, I'll admit that. 

71 "When We Reach You ~ Could It Be Right?" (Sonic CD)
Honestly, I love this song. That fact is made even truer by the fact that whoever sings the opening sounds almost exactly like Chaos Zero. I'm serious. But either way, this song is too awesome not to love. It's upbeat, energizing, and has a great melody. Sonic music is always brilliant!

72 "Jojoushi" (L'Arc~En~Ciel)
I cannot describe how much I love this song. The melody is perfect, it really is... but the lyrics hurt. Why? Because thanks to them, I consider this song to be the 'theme' for Chaos and I. "If this is just a dream, then let it be a dream. I don't care. My heart, filled with loving radiance, is forever thinking of you..." 

73 "Mezase Pokemon Master" (Rica Matsumoto)
Oh what memories this song has! I first found it as a file titled "japtheme.mp3" on an old Geocities Pokemon site, and as soon as I heard it, it became my favorite song for several years. I didn't think theme songs could be so awesome! To this day, this song makes me think of Pokemon's glory days around the turn of the century, and how much it brightened my life then.
 
74 "Singin' In The Rain" (Mint Royale)
I can't remember how I found this song either, but I was hooked immediately. It's one of those songs that is just so ridiculously happy that you can't sit still when listening to it. The fact that it's a dance remix of an old classic is even better!

75 "Love At First Sight" (Kylie Minogue)
I heard this song in a Newgrounds flash on Valentine's day, and it immediately became one of my faves. I absolutely love the idea behind the lyrics, sure, but the sound is what takes the cake. It's so freaking sparkly, with a great rhythm, and Kylie's voice is adorable. Love at first listen is more like it!


That's all for now!
 

 


prismaticbleed: (Default)
2008-12-22 02:22 am

hello there!



Dude I think this is my second favorite online journal that is publicly viewable.
Seriously. Visible icons, Sailor Moon mood theme, awesome background, easy interface... it's awesome.
My aqua journal is tops, of course, but this one's cool too!

Anyway.
I know I've been gone for a while... there's a good reason.
I've been running a lot, as usual. I've also been hiding, and trying to find myself again.

I've been catching happy little fragments of my childhood in butterfly nets and keeping them close to my heart.
I could have sworn I'd never find them again, but wha-la! Praise be to God, they were just around the corner. So I found a few of them again.
I don't want to lose this like I did when I first had it... I don't want to take it for granted. I need to appreciate and keep this little bit of joy, of simple happiness, of innocence and sunny weekend mornings and first snowfalls and Celebi cards and lined-paper comics and locking myself in my room and thinking about the Dream World in front of the mirror. Philosophizing in the third grade. I used to.

Now for an update on everything else.

Geez, was I ever an emo crazyhead back in May! Wow!
Looks like the early fall months were pretty darn bad, too.
Man. 2008 was just really rough for me, I guess.


Lynne and Natalie are back.
I'm so glad. They're both helping me very much.
I also invited Reverend Mofo and Bogardus into my headgang, and they accepted! So now I have a crazy monkey preacher and a Nohrin military gambler in my head helping me out. Awesome stuff.

Julie hasn't touched me in days, I think... I honestly can't remember, but it's been a while.
My mind has been desperately clawing to pieces every incident in which she tries to mindrape me, so I don't remember any of them. They happen, I guess, and then I'm so broken and/or traumatized from the self-disassociation that my mind just... eats itself.
It's scary.

Anyway. On that note.
Remember, way back in one of these journals (I think my LJ) that I said, "there are some things that I can't even talk to Chaos and Selph about?"
Well...they know.
No, I didn't tell them.
Chaos found out by accident, after getting into a fight with Laurie one too many times and she decided to fill him in on the graphic details of my mental hell.
I remember that evening, because he was in a serious state of shock for hours. He confronted me about it, too. "Why didn't you tell me she was doing this to you?" Furious, hurt, scared more than anything else. I felt the same.
So Chaos found out without my knowing... found out everything. Understood, knew everything.
It scared me, humiliated me at first to know that he now knew everything I had suffered at Julie's hands, but thank God he didn't condemn me or shoot me down or even shun me. No, he just focused his fury on Julie instead of Laurie, and every time that girl so much as looked at me maliciously he'd practically be at her throat.
It just offended him, I guess... both the fact that I hadn't spoken up about the abuse and the fact that she was abusing me like that in the first place.
But I am glad that he understands the most important thing.
I never wanted for any of that abuse to happen, and I still don't. He doesn't hold it against me, and I'm slowly learning not to hold it against me either.
Unfortunately, I do want Laurie's abuse when she gives it to me, and Chaos is still very distraught by that.
I'd stop, but... the pain keeps me sane. I need that shock, that icy burn, to keep my mind focused.
I just wish I could get it another way then handing the controls over to my resident violet maniac and letting her give me another scar.


Selph found out because he's around me all the time.
I let it slip, once. Selph was wondering why some evenings I'd suddenly spiral downwards into a horrible self-loathing fit, even when I was having a fantastic day up until that point. One day I was trying to explain without mentioning Julie, but I guess I said something that I shouldn't have because, before I realized it, Selph was screaming and crying "you mean she's the reason you're like this? Why didn't you tell me?" Same as Chaos. I trust them, I really do... but I didn't tell them this because I knew it would hurt.
Needless to say, I was forced to slowly fill Selph in on the details... slowly, painfully, as I had tried to keep him innocent where he wouldn't have to worry about this sort of thing. But he wanted to know... he didn't want to be blind to what I was going through.
Once he understood it all, Selph decided to go all out in keeping Julie away from me whenever possible, in whatever way he could.
Actually, I'm very thankful for that. All that painful admittance and all the fights it triggered... Selph and I have grown even closer together because of it all, despite the pain and confusion. We were virtually inseperable before, but geez.... look at us now.


So the fighting has subsided for now. Julie's gone MIA, thank God, so everyone outside of my main 4 is quieter than usual. I'm in a better mood that usual, too, as I've been dealing with this problem since last January and only recently have I begun to realize how to stop it.


On that note, with feeling better than usual...
Chaos and I are celebrating our 5th anniversary on Tuesday.

I know, I know, that's very unlike me. I have never been one to keep track of birthdays and anniversaries, let alone remember them.
But now, I'm looking back on memories and nothing has dates... it feels broken, disjointed. Like I want to catch it but it's just a filmy fragment and it keeps slipping through my fingers. So I'm trying to make these things a big deal... trying not to take them for granted.

I'm planning a ridiculously detailed picture for it, too. I won't give away any details now, but I've been planning this thing for months so I'm really looking forward to getting it done.
But seriously... my red and blue pencils are going to be dead when I'm done!


Well... I could keep on ranting about music and Pokemon and my childhood and eBay and Christmas and all that but it's already 3AM and I should really get to sleep.

Have a good night... and Merry Christmas, if I don't see you until then.

It was nice to see you again!

 


prismaticbleed: (shatter)
2008-07-24 01:00 pm

Madmen


 

First off, I need to shut the heck up.
I keep causing problems and fights and pain and all sorts of insanity in this household simply because I can’t keep my cursed mouth shut.
My mother thinks I hate her. My grandmother is constantly under fire thanks to me. My brothers avoid me, and my grandfather wants nothing to do with me.
The only way I can figure to help this situation somehow is to simply keep quiet under any and all circumstances… but I can’t.
I’m sorry. I need to learn to stop standing up for myself. Yeah, you heard me.
I’m a selfish, corrupted sinner and if I keep standing up for myself I’m just going to end up kicking everyone else into the dirt and really, I don’t want to do that anymore.

 

I (can I even use that pronoun anymore?) did something absolutely abominable last night. As a result ‘I’ have now declared war on ‘myself.’
…It’s cripplingly frightening when you can’t even refer to yourself as ‘I’ anymore because you know that isn’t you. It’s not. She’s not me. I’m living in my own head now, a furious outcast.
I’m sick of living on the edges of my own sanity. I’m sick of allowing this primal humanity get the best of me when I’m not expecting it. I’m sick of being this thing I’ve become.
I want to be me.
I want to finally be me, and to hell with this sinful past.
I’ll start anew.
I’ll start all over again, and God willing I’ll do it right this time.

 

What the heck is going on with me?


Abbey is burning up. It feels like she has a fever… a terrible plastic fever. I brush my fingertips over her shuddering metal chest and a sickening chill courses down my spine. I’m panicky for some reason.
I can’t take this music anymore… give me something that works.
Here we go… the Killers.

Loose these shackles of pressure; shake me out of these chains. Lead me not to temptation…

 

I’m not looking for sweet talk
I’m looking for time

 

Man, I need a release from this troublesome mind...

 


I’m terribly worried about Rorschach.
Walter Joseph Kovacs. It’s a nice name, really. Doesn’t even upset the spell checker, haha.
I don’t know. Being an empath, his past hurts me terribly, so that’s a sync right there, but… I don’t know. I really look up to him, semi-madman or not.
A voice in my head confronted me about that earlier. It might have been Laurie.

 

Do you know why you like him so much?”
“It’s because you’re both so alike… he’s an extreme case, but look how far he’s come since then. Look at what he’s been able to do regardless.”
“You admire him because he’s your hope. You want to be able to do what he did. You want to be able to rise above the odds and succeed in the face of all that opposes you.”
“You want to be able to step into the shadows without regret. You want to be able to live without compromise. You want to be just like him.”

 

And maybe I do.

There are a lot of people I’d like to be, admittedly… even though I don’t want to be any of them at the same time.

 

I want to be me.
But the real me carries some part of their personalities with me at all times.

 

I am who I am… and I am who they are.

 

I am an empath.
I am Jewel Lightraye.

 

That’s it.

 

And I still don’t know what that means.

 


 

 

 

 

prismaticbleed: (Default)
2008-06-14 06:58 pm

Troubles: 0... Optimism: Over freakin' 9000!

 

 


I don't know, today has just been... amazing. Freaking amazing.

Why?

I don't know! It just has. Which is nice.


Oh, one reason why I'm even being a total crazyhead and posting this.
Psyche and Eclipse, wahoo! They're both so awesome. I love 'em.
Psyche is such a lovable spaz, honest. He's so freaking muscular but he's such a sweetheart! I swear, he loves everybody and isn't afraid to show it. Especially not to Eclipse. *snerk* Those two are so funny. Poor Eclipse, though. He's so ridiculously thin, Psyche is going to break his back with those death-hugs if he's not careful!
Hm... I want to rant about Eclipse-man but I think I'll save that for his bio when I post him. He's almost done, honest. It's funny... I know exactly what colors he is, every single one, and I always have, which I'll admit is very shocking and very nice. Everyone else is so blurry!
Hm. Maybe Eclipse and I have some funky sort of connection, I don't know. If I start going blind, THEN I'll worry!

Guilt trips? Yes please. Give me a bunch of 'em, and do you think you could add a side of disconnected frustration while you're at it? Thanks. What's the bill, you say? Some very painful Skype conversations? Eh, I've got enough to spare. Here's one at 7PM!

... Oh, it's not working. I just can't be in a bad mood today.

My mind... JUMPS. A lot. It's frantic! It's spectacularly freakish and frightening, oh yes it is.
I'm sure, right now, in the midst of my terribly amusing euphoria for which there are many reasons and no real reason at the same time, right now, there is some hideous monster with a mouth full of blood and a skeleton for a body hiding waaay back in the dark corners of my mind where I can just barely see it, all hunched over and staring at me with bulletholes for eyes. It's there, I know. Somewhere.
But right now I'm up here, in this bright and lovely room of my head, all white with almost no furniture and a wall full of windows looking out at the rainy world outside, yes I am! Up here with Chaos and Devonal and Venomabat (why is he always here? Maybe its his virtue) and Psyche who is being a total nutbar and glomping Eclipse to death and it's fantastic up here. All happy and nice.
But that thing is glaring at me and licking its glass teeth and what the heck am I supposed to do about that, huh?
Geez.

Ah well I won't worry about him right now. I'll tell Laurie to keep an eye on him, and then I should be okay for now.

CONCENTRATE, DARN IT!

You know, usually I LIKE when my mind is a total freaking pinball and moves so freaking fast from point to point that I can't see it until it falls into a hole and I have to put in another quarter to keep going.
Do- you- think- you- can- WAIT- until- I- hang- up? Stay in the blasted box, you spaz, I didn't pull the trigger yet.

Freaking weirdo! Gosh. What a head.

And yet I am in SUCH a good mood. Honestly, usually it takes about four entries for me to use CapsLock this often, and you know how long my entries get, oh yes you do.

...

I swear if you don't PAY ATTENTION--

Oh no no no.
Laurie, do you want to talk? All right, wait until I hang up and then we'll go settle this on Xanga. Right now, I have a VERY important Skype conversation going, and you're screwing up my concentration so badly that nothing is registering. Not even the words that I'm typing, and that's pretty bad!
What? Well, get the heck over there and keep an eye on him. Yes, yes you can use the axe if you want. No, not on me. Because I haven't done anything. Really? What? Oh, fine. Just wait until I hang up. Hey hey hey hey, watch out he's moving! Geez, Laur! There you go. I wasn't stopping you from using it before. Yeah, but it's all right when you're attacking bloody pain-demons. Because your dialogue only shows up in Xanga entries. That was an accident, Laurie. I can't. Because I'm on Skype and that'll take up all my concentration. Yes. No it's not. Look, can you save this for later? Be patient. Thank you.

...Don't mind that, headvoices just acting up again. It's okay.


You know, euphoria is just like sugar. No, wait. I did have sugar today. A tiny tiny bit, because I was being randomly stressed and not working at the moment, and GEEZ the darn stuff is eating my mind like acid! What the freaking fish!

Selph, *points* keep me away from the sugar. Yes I know you're trying. I know I need to listen. Sorry, listen more. Yep. Oh, sure! Just watch out for Laurie, though. All right, I'll keep a spot open for you! I will, hon.

Geeeeez everyone wants a piece of my head today. I am so lucky Chaos hasn't tried yet, or I would-- don't you give me those eyes, darling. I'm on Skype.
See, at least he's considerate! Oh, sure, hon. Don't blow up at her, though. All right.

...

I need to stop typing before the whole freaking Dream World starts lining up to talk to me! Gosh!
The power of suggestion can be a very bad thing.
I think my mind may be a little bit more unhinged than I thought it was.

Yes it is. Dang that is such a weird feeling. Scary, too.
Hm.

But it's a good day, darn it.
See you kids later! Enjoy your evening!


-s. cannon