A look into my messed up head

Well, this is an even greater miracle. Three posts in one day! If you read my post on my violentness and my messed up head, then keep reading this.



Here are some things that came straight from my head. Maybe then you'll get how messed up it is.

The ravens were in a frenzy, cawing and screaming to each other. With every new arrival, the sky darkened because of the shadows of their dark wings. The ravens swarmed to the body. She was already long dead and forgotten, only to be remembered by the birds. Once they have pecked off her flesh, she'll be nothing but a memory.

I ran. The cold snow was nipping at my bare feet. My shoes had fallen off while i was in the house. I could hear growling. The beast was getting closer. I shook my head and pushed ahead. It was freezing. I could feel the cold deep in my bones. I was breathing rapidly. The fog of my breathe streamed out behind me. I heard it, it heard the beast. The monster was on my trail. My limbs were screaming but i ignored the pain. The only thing that mattered was survival.

I girl stared straight into the mirror. Who I saw was not who I wanted to be. The girl looking back was disgusting. She was 115 pounds, still 15 pounds too much. I shifted away from the mirror and eyed the scale. What ridiculously high number would it be this time? I took a deep breath and stepped on. The scale read 110. I'm getting closer to my goal. I'll be amazingly perfect when i get to 100. I heard my stomach grumble. This was no time to eat, i lost 10 pounds. If I allowed myself something i would gain it all back. I can't do that to myself. I can't. I stepped off the scale and put my clothes back on. My brother knocked on the bathroom door, begging to be let in. I let him in and walked down to the basement. The treadmill hummed to life as I turned it on. I got on. Yesterday, i ran 6 miles. Maybe i'll go to 7 today. Anything to lose those last 10 pounds. I ran. The only sound I heard was the thump thump thump of my feet. (i'm not anorexic or bulimic. I weight a healthy weight)

It was us, in a room full of people. My eyes were drawn to him. My ears flickered and my sentitive hearing picked out his breathing patterns. I knew him, but he didn't know me. His name was Daniel. He was tall and lanky with dark drown hair. I wanted to get closer, to feel the texture of his hair, his skin. He shuffled along in the room. I must talk to him, but not here. I must isolate him.

My hands wound around her neck. She immediately started to thrash about, clawing at her throat. I kept my grip and squeezed harder. Her thrashing weakened. I was draining the life out of her. She was so weak now. I turned her head around, careful to keep up the pressure i had on her windpipe. Her eyes started to bulge. A few more moments; she was dead.

WOW, Fantastic Baby. (with that, i leave you.)