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I'm hungover and i keep pressing down on and rolling my hand over my stomach as though I'm kneading dough.
I fully expected that reply
alarm goes off in four hours fuck this
Cant sleep. Disturbing dream, so i got up and now I'm embroiled in an outdoor scenario which my dad and dogs are loving and i am not.
We have our guns and we're going to take potshots at old china. (in before: no way to speak about my mother.)
It's like hearing nails down a blackboard but just a mental image that you keep thinking of arghghghplkjsf[f
where i pretend that i am in a play in a really large theatre, and my role in it is that i am to be asleep in the background whilst the actors are on stage acting. i first did this back when i was maybe 8 years old and realised that when you die you end and the whole thing just stops.
so, when that happens to me as an adult, i am adept at blocking the thoughts out by imagining the actors, the crowd and shit.