Welcome, traveller to the inner musings of my mind. Before you cross over the threshold to my magical world of mischief makers and inner musings, I'd like to mention a few points for you to note: this "blog" might be memorable. It might be moving, emotional or inspirational to ambiguous observers or travellers whom wish to voice their thoughts on subjects that I mention. I warn you the magic and the mischief included in this "blog" is all my own doing. If I include any creative writing stuff is posted here, it is of my own choice... and I ask for no praise, nor flattery, nor sympathy on the constant presence of darkness in my world. It might be Light outside, but the Darkness is still there, a presence masquerading as Light. It is visible in a majority of my poems to all, but invisible to me. Enter traveller, but do not fear, for the narrator will always be right over here!
Hi! I'm Laura, (yes, I'm 100% female with a tomboy streak) the writer and narrator of this "blog" (I prefer to think of the blog as my own little world of magic, mischief and mayhem, hence my spin off twist on the "blog"). I'm a student. So. As long as you people out there don't mind my presence here, I will stay!) doing (yes, you've guessed it) a writing course, whew boy. *wipes forehead from avalaunch of sweatdrops* I'm a musician of a sort meaning I only have one main instrument. So I'm not so much of a genius who can play several and are exceptional at all of 'em.
I dropped the violin as I became too self-conscious of my playing and I didn't want to bust anybody else's musically attuned ears off just because I couldn't work out how to do vibrato.
I'll let you catch your breath and conclude with this quote: They say there's a pot of gold at the end of every rainbow. I say, "Its leprechaun gold and since the end of the rainbow moves, there's no way in hell that you'll ever find it."
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Hi! I'm Laura, (yes, I'm 100% female with a tomboy streak) the writer and narrator of this "blog" (I prefer to think of the blog as my own little world of magic, mischief and mayhem, hence my spin off twist on the "blog"). I'm a student. So. As long as you people out there don't mind my presence here, I will stay!) doing (yes, you've guessed it) a writing course, whew boy. *wipes forehead from avalaunch of sweatdrops* I'm a musician of a sort meaning I only have one main instrument. So I'm not so much of a genius who can play several and are exceptional at all of 'em.
I dropped the violin as I became too self-conscious of my playing and I didn't want to bust anybody else's musically attuned ears off just because I couldn't work out how to do vibrato.
I'll let you catch your breath and conclude with this quote: They say there's a pot of gold at the end of every rainbow. I say, "Its leprechaun gold and since the end of the rainbow moves, there's no way in hell that you'll ever find it."
Some things really tick me off.
Posted 02-28-2008 at 04:39 PM by Dark Inferno
Not a lot. The higher powers wouldn't do anyting, they just made it worse. Tried to tell them or ask them for help, but they got the wrong fricking girl, sooo, she stormed up to me when I was in the bathroom one night and demanded an apology. I refused, because of her attitude and the order. I had to apologise to her for no reason? What the hell?
So, this was still continuing, I knew they were still whispering behind my back. I started avoiding the refectory, means and stuff. Felt trapped. Then their voices became internal. Couldn't sleep at night, felt vulnerable all the time, loud voices, confusion as to why they were there in my mind, their voices as clear as day, when they weren't even in the room.
I guess that was where I lost the control.
But still no help from the teachers or staff.
Until what felt like a week later, after my friend and roommate at the time mentioned something to the matron on duty that I wasn't myself... I don't know what happened after that? memory is vague. I suppose I got manhandled out of there? I know I was determined to stick through it, determined to cope. Didn't want to go. Kept fighting back I guess. Only way to survive in that kind of enviroment. Yet the rumors and shit was still going on. My other friend tried to contact me, through email. Didn't see the email. My parents did. They went back up there, spoke to the 'head' in charge. He (finally) put it a stop to it, I believe, but this was after I was in the unit some time, experiencing hallucinations and shit. Still couldn't sleep. I guess you know more about the situation now. You know, there's more to come, but I'll call this post a night... afraid I'll shock the readers if they know anymore. Assuming there are any readers.
This is the first time I've vented everything from the beginning. Its a relief to finally get it all out.
So, this was still continuing, I knew they were still whispering behind my back. I started avoiding the refectory, means and stuff. Felt trapped. Then their voices became internal. Couldn't sleep at night, felt vulnerable all the time, loud voices, confusion as to why they were there in my mind, their voices as clear as day, when they weren't even in the room.
I guess that was where I lost the control.
But still no help from the teachers or staff.
Until what felt like a week later, after my friend and roommate at the time mentioned something to the matron on duty that I wasn't myself... I don't know what happened after that? memory is vague. I suppose I got manhandled out of there? I know I was determined to stick through it, determined to cope. Didn't want to go. Kept fighting back I guess. Only way to survive in that kind of enviroment.
Yet the rumors and shit was still going on. My other friend tried to contact me, through email. Didn't see the email. My parents did. They went back up there, spoke to the 'head' in charge. He (finally) put it a stop to it, I believe, but this was after I was in the unit some time, experiencing hallucinations and shit. Still couldn't sleep. I guess you know more about the situation now. You know, there's more to come, but I'll call this post a night... afraid I'll shock the readers if they know anymore. Assuming there are any readers. This is the first time I've vented everything from the beginning. Its a relief to finally get it all out.
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feels good doesnt it? =]
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Posted 02-29-2008 at 11:14 AM by DagoFlip
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Mmhmm. Kept it stored for more than five years. So yeah. I guess it does. xD What I could remember.
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Posted 02-29-2008 at 12:55 PM by Dark Inferno
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