I'm still afraid of the dark. I have been, I still am, and I probably will be for the rest of my life.
And I don't know why. Up until first grade, I was fine with the dark. With getting up in the middle of the night and going to the bathroom alone. With sleeping in a pitch-black room with no night-light. Then I don't know what happened. All I know is every year, that night light gets bigger, and every year, my imagination gets more and more creative.
That's why during Japanese everyone was like HAHA YOU'RE SUCH A BABY during the horror film. I really cannot stand horror films. Everything in there is like fuel for the nightmares that night. That's why I always try staying awake when I feel that paranoia. Cause once I fall asleep...it gets so much worse.
Anything supernatural will scare me. And it doesn't matter what it is. Especially that one word that begins with a G and ends with a T. Please never ever EVER say that word in front of me. I will cry when I hear that. And for once, I'm not overexaggerating here. I remember half a year ago we had this blackout at nine at night. ALL the lights just all of a sudden shut off, and I was all alone with my room. I know I should've ran, but I couldn't. I was just frozen there; paralyzed. I could hear my mom and sister laughing downstairs, but it was like through a fog or something. And then, like the little baby I am, I started crying. -__-
Even in the daylight, my imagination can run wild. And I hate it when that happens, cause once it gets started, there's no stopping it. One thing leads to another, and that to another, and before I even know what's happening, I actually HEAR my heart rate going up, and I start sweating, and I...just don't know what happens to myself. I think I go crazy. Literally crazy. And I completely lose myself.
Sorry if this sounds insane, but it's hard to get it out and making sense at the same time. I just hate the fact that this fear rules my life, and makes it so hard for me to cope with everyday things that should be easy to deal with. And I wish I had someone to go through this with me, but that really can't happen. This is something I have to deal with on my own. But I don't have the courage to deal with it. And I probably never will.
I'm still afraid of the dark. I have been, I still am, and I probably will be for the rest of my life.
And I don't know why. Up until first grade, I was fine with the dark. With getting up in the middle of the night and going to the bathroom alone. With sleeping in a pitch-black room with no night-light. Then I don't know what happened. All I know is every year, that night light gets bigger, and every year, my imagination gets more and more creative.
That's why during Japanese everyone was like HAHA YOU'RE SUCH A BABY during the horror film. I really cannot stand horror films. Everything in there is like fuel for the nightmares that night. That's why I always try staying awake when I feel that paranoia. Cause once I fall asleep...it gets so much worse.
Anything supernatural will scare me. And it doesn't matter what it is. Especially that one word that begins with a G and ends with a T. Please never ever EVER say that word in front of me. I will cry when I hear that. And for once, I'm not overexaggerating here. I remember half a year ago we had this blackout at nine at night. ALL the lights just all of a sudden shut off, and I was all alone with my room. I know I should've ran, but I couldn't. I was just frozen there; paralyzed. I could hear my mom and sister laughing downstairs, but it was like through a fog or something. And then, like the little baby I am, I started crying. -__-
Even in the daylight, my imagination can run wild. And I hate it when that happens, cause once it gets started, there's no stopping it. One thing leads to another, and that to another, and before I even know what's happening, I actually HEAR my heart rate going up, and I start sweating, and I...just don't know what happens to myself. I think I go crazy. Literally crazy. And I completely lose myself.
Sorry if this sounds insane, but it's hard to get it out and making sense at the same time. I just hate the fact that this fear rules my life, and makes it so hard for me to cope with everyday things that should be easy to deal with. And I wish I had someone to go through this with me, but that really can't happen. This is something I have to deal with on my own. But I don't have the courage to deal with it. And I probably never will.
Impress me. Sing along to Bon Jovi and Muse with me. Watch Lion King until your eyes hurt. Laugh at all my jokes. Buy me striped clothing on my birthday! Learn to love my Mickey. (: Memorize my phone number, and memorize it RIGHT. Buy me CD albums for my birthday/Christmas/anything! Never tell me you want to watch me swim. Get me Vitamin Water when I'm stressed. (: Tell me your life story. I'll tell you mine.
