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... It's kind of funny. Lately I feel that either I'm losing it or that I should. And yet, I'm not sure which. It's like I'm torn. I can't think straight. My head feels muddled but I'm still coherent. I'm here, I'm there. I'm all over the place. Do I need more sleep, or am I just missing something?
Every time I see HIM my heart pounds and I can't breathe, and yet I don't even know him. But I want to... and yet I don't. I'm scared to? Yes. Although I shouldn't be. I'm the one who says "Who cares if you're scared? Go for it, enjoy life, take risks!" I really should listen to my advice, but I'm deaf to the sound of my own voice. I know, I'm losing it over a guy. I shouldn't... But I am. I can't help it. Is this what it's like to fall in love (how can you fall in love with someone you don't know?) or am I only imagining it? Or am I just senselessly throwing my sanity away, when I ought to just forget it?
I want to write something big, bold beautiful. I want to take people's breath away, life their imaginations off their feet. Blow you away. But how? I don't know. I think too much, I'm too logical. I want to reach higher with my writing... Or am I too low to reach that mark? Does my head have to be in the clouds to be able to make words fly? Or are my wings clipped and I'm flapping them senselessly? Do I have to lose all sense of reason and what's normal? Do I just expect too much from myself? Or do I have to throw away my sanity to become beautiful?
Questions fill my head. School, life, my own pondering that always comes back to the same place. Those unanswerable things. Confusion. Am I just a teenage girl lost in this world? See, more questions! They never end. Leave me, questions! Peace be with me.
Oh, how I want what I cannot have. Are there several ways to be insane? Oh, can I stay sane one way but lose it another? Or must I live on the border of sanity, where lines become blurred but the light shines clearest? It's a lonely, confusing place, dark but very bright. But maybe... Maybe I'll stay here a while longer. Find my path. I'll figure out where my mind should go.
Every time I see HIM my heart pounds and I can't breathe, and yet I don't even know him. But I want to... and yet I don't. I'm scared to? Yes. Although I shouldn't be. I'm the one who says "Who cares if you're scared? Go for it, enjoy life, take risks!" I really should listen to my advice, but I'm deaf to the sound of my own voice. I know, I'm losing it over a guy. I shouldn't... But I am. I can't help it. Is this what it's like to fall in love (how can you fall in love with someone you don't know?) or am I only imagining it? Or am I just senselessly throwing my sanity away, when I ought to just forget it?
I want to write something big, bold beautiful. I want to take people's breath away, life their imaginations off their feet. Blow you away. But how? I don't know. I think too much, I'm too logical. I want to reach higher with my writing... Or am I too low to reach that mark? Does my head have to be in the clouds to be able to make words fly? Or are my wings clipped and I'm flapping them senselessly? Do I have to lose all sense of reason and what's normal? Do I just expect too much from myself? Or do I have to throw away my sanity to become beautiful?
Questions fill my head. School, life, my own pondering that always comes back to the same place. Those unanswerable things. Confusion. Am I just a teenage girl lost in this world? See, more questions! They never end. Leave me, questions! Peace be with me.
Oh, how I want what I cannot have. Are there several ways to be insane? Oh, can I stay sane one way but lose it another? Or must I live on the border of sanity, where lines become blurred but the light shines clearest? It's a lonely, confusing place, dark but very bright. But maybe... Maybe I'll stay here a while longer. Find my path. I'll figure out where my mind should go.
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wendigo.
All cultures in which the Wendigo myth appeared shared the belief that human beings could turn into Wendigos if they ever resorted to cannibalism or, alternately, become possessed by the demonic spirit of a Wendigo, often in a dream. Once transformed, a person would become violent and obsessed with eating human flesh. The most frequent cause of transformation into a Wendigo was if a person had resorted to cannibalism, consuming the body of another human in order to keep from starving to death during a time of extreme hardship or famine.
It's been weeks. Weeks. It
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Coyote and Wendigo
Coyote traveled far and wide in search of interesting things to do. One day his journey took him farther north than he had ever been before. He discovered a small summertime village and decided to ask the people there for a place to rest.
When Coyote entered the village he could tell something was not right. There were no children playing outside. Few people were doing any sort of work, and those he did see were only engaging in it half-heartedly. Coyote approached a man. "Hello," he said, "I am tired and would like to find a place to rest for the night."
"You should not stay here," the man said. "Every night a monster comes out of the fore
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Heh... This was going to be a journal entry, but then I figured I may as well be slightly poetic and call it a deivation 'cuz it really could work that way. Besides, I have other things to talk about in my journal in a more normal way. Then again, what is normal? This is just... me. From my head. Poured out, spilling over. Now you know how I think (kind of). Feel free to try and understand how I think, even if it's confusing.
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GAH. or maybe... youknowyou'reGOINGtoloseitbutjusthavetowaitforwhen. O.e that's how i feel.