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Apparently I have a minor allergy reaction, currently sedated with a medicine I cannot pronounce right, and I suppose I'm moving on up to the east side. Have to return to my Gallbladder medicine eventually, gonna give that shit a few days. Anyway, let's make some memories on this obscure journal site, obscure for now, anymaway.
Some Personal Therapy Notes
Anxiety, and perhaps my innocent sense of curiosity, will often question me about how things I do work, as though if I'm unable to answer, than it's like the looney tunes realizing there's no gravity, breaking the reality causing them to fall. I know to some degree, assessing senses or sentiments is important, in order to initiate sight, but the Anxiety takes it too far, indicating what I already sense is being CHALLENGED, unless I assess faster. It doesn't work that way though, humans are complicated, and if they think out the whys they'll discover them, but that doesn't mean that subconscious senses or ideas aren't registering; rather that part of the brain is so deep, it becomes difficult to scope it all and relay it to the more understanding part. Vague senses are a thing, and when you are talking about the ones I have, primarily the ones played with during subjective--how I interpret or partake--experiences, you are just trying to throw me off in a manipulative manner. Just
Men Inn Black
Arrives at Hotel.
Black suited guy at check-in: Welcome to this inconspicuous detour. Can I be of service?
Yeah, I’d like to rent a room?
Guy at check-in: Please sign your name in before you pay, if you use a false name, we’ll find out. Our investigation goes deep.
Okay, there’s my name. Why are you so insistent that I sign my name, why are you acting so menacingly and why is your hotel in the middle of this desert for?
Guy at check-in: Our signed for room agreement states in the book, you agree not to question us.
Okay?
Guy at check-in: It also states should you see any creatures or have any experiences at this resort you c
The Old Woman By The Tree
I met someone today, and at the time I didn't realize that it changed my life. My conversation with the old woman was simple enough, although when I really think about it, there were little important things sprinkled in. I'm not sure what to think, but I have two stories to tell you , the latter of which I'm tempted to just skip to, as it contains more straightforward details, but I need to tell you the first one, as it will make the most sense that way.
My Childhood Experience
In my childhood, I recall I very much believed in oddities. I, as I lay there trying to sleep, constantly heard doors open and closing. My parents were the only ones
Night Drive
Went for a night drive for the first time in years. Did that a lot in my teen years. Not sure what brought it back in me, but I think it was a matter of trying to escape. My life had become so empty, it turned into a vacuum that sucked ambition out of me.
We all have easy escapes that activate motivation and creativity in us all, and finding it could be the easy answer in getting out of depression, despite it taking complex years of therapy for some, I believe it can be as simple as that.
Mine was night drives, it might have always been. I was crazy imaginative as a kid, and saw the neon lights as gateways to another world.
Taking it in, s
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