Funerary_Doom
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
@The Butt: dude that really sucks. I hope you get the apartment. Honestly, whoever is breaking up should be the one to go. It just seems right. But I do know people aren’t really concerned with doing what’s right. The situation sucks dude, I hope you get the apartment and eventually feel better to move on after this.
I’m actually afraid of the dark too. I’ve spent my entire life sleeping with other people in the room. I used to share a room with my sister and my baby-sitter (I call her my aunt but we are not related). Now I sleep with my boyfriend most nights. However, when he works late I find that I can’t shut the light off or else I’d completely lose my mind. Also, I find that my body naturally wakes up at 3 am, mostly to check to see if he’s home (which he usually is by that time) and because I have bad nightmares so I need to wake up especially when I sleep by myself. A close friend of mine passed away last summer, and I swear when the lights are off there’s somebody (or thing) in the room with me. I have a ridiculous imagination and I feel she was really upset after passing because she was battling lupus for over ten years. She was just about to finish her nursing degree. Eh. She’d come to my head, moreso her anger I guess, and other crazy stuff.
I know ghosts aren’t real, but I guess there’s a small tiny part in me that believes otherwise. That or I’m a tad bit off.
I’m actually afraid of the dark too. I’ve spent my entire life sleeping with other people in the room. I used to share a room with my sister and my baby-sitter (I call her my aunt but we are not related). Now I sleep with my boyfriend most nights. However, when he works late I find that I can’t shut the light off or else I’d completely lose my mind. Also, I find that my body naturally wakes up at 3 am, mostly to check to see if he’s home (which he usually is by that time) and because I have bad nightmares so I need to wake up especially when I sleep by myself. A close friend of mine passed away last summer, and I swear when the lights are off there’s somebody (or thing) in the room with me. I have a ridiculous imagination and I feel she was really upset after passing because she was battling lupus for over ten years. She was just about to finish her nursing degree. Eh. She’d come to my head, moreso her anger I guess, and other crazy stuff.
I know ghosts aren’t real, but I guess there’s a small tiny part in me that believes otherwise. That or I’m a tad bit off.