Conclusive.

I cannot and will not inflict my view of life on others. So read at
your own risk and what not.


I'm sick of myself, most of all... and I'm sick of the way others make me feel.
I'm sick of being used and of depending so much.
I'm sick beyond belief of the monotony of school.
I'm sick of not having anyone to talk to.

I'm sick of my free time being scrutinized.
I'm sick of music failing to engage me.
I'm sick of obsessing.

I'm listening to a song called OD by Sunna.

I'm sick of false friends.
I'm sick of one track minded people.
I'm sick of two faced bastards.

I'm sick of being flirted with.
I'm sick of being ignored.
I'm sick of my friggin life.

I'm sick of my work.
I'm sick of brainless tasks.
I'm sick of having my brain melt, thaw and resolve itself into a dew.

I'm sick of Scully.
I'm sick of Theatre.
I'm sick of movies.

I am SICK of plays

I'm sick of people telling me what to think.
What to do
and what to say.

I'm sick of people telling me what's
RIGHT
and what's
WRONG

I'm sick of being taken care of.
I'm sick of being sick.
I'm sick of not being free.

I'm sick of caring.
I'm sick of loving.

I'm sick of being let down.
I'm sick of losing.
I'm sick of being cold.

I'm sick of the LJ.
I'm sick of technology.
I'm sick of things not working.

I'm sick of being nice.
I'm sick of being a friend.
I'm sick of worries.

I'm sick of politics.
I'm sick of sports.
I'm sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick of food.

I'm sick of being alone.

And I think that's it.


That and the fact that I keep insulting the one person I don't want to insult...

untitled

I had such a messed up dream last night.


The Supermarket

I was in an underground shopping centre.. and I was passing the food
section where everyone is seated... I see Viki, Geo, Ana F
walking my way. They ignore me completely.
I see Ines and Yana, Melz and Talita sitting far away, but for
some reason, I go into Continente.

In Continente, I may my way over to the pens, penicls and books
sections.... well, I'm, running away from this guy and then we get
into this full body wrestling type fight.. he's small and has dark
hair. I manage to win for the most part but then he pins me down and
rapes me.

It was more complex, only I just don't remember the details.

The Flood

The I dreamt the whole city flooded and somehow I was swinging almost
(but not quite) Spiderman style, from building to building (window to
window) trying to get inside one, or look inside.

I think I managed to get into one, but there were lots of nuns there,
and for some reason (in my dream) I'd rather drown than be with them.

I don't remember many details, but I remember this panoramic shot when
I'm in the water, of the "Arco" (arch) in Terreiro Do Paço (The Palace
Square) is just barely poking out of the water.

Hm.
Evil.
What do you reckon it means?