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| Current music: | kittie-paperdoll |
gahhh.
how do i express how i feel into the spoken word? i can never seem to successfully achieve it, all that eventuates is a jumble of complete nonsense, the intention lost somewhere in between my mind and my mouth.
the only time when i can correctly communicate is when i am drunk. explains why dan and i found it difficult to converse the mornings after we'd been drunk, as we'd always have intense DNMs.
anyway, to jump subjects, i'm currently reading about australia's most haunted places.
quite disturbing, as i recall a time when i was about 9 or so and the school decided to once again take us on an excursion to fremantle prison. i distinctly remember walking through the gates for the hundredth time[having previously felt unsettling feelings] and upon reaching the book gallery, looking down into the mass of prison cells and seeing a man dressed in white staring at me from a window of one of the lower cells. he had strange eyes and was standing in front of a large white chair, that appeared to have restraints on it. i never have forgotten that experience..
on another final note, i carved the word 'hate' into my ankle last night.
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