kunt-muffin

I awoke to find I had lost all control of my body. “Fuck, another one.” My waking dreams had become more frequent these days. The doctor called them night terrors but they almost exclusively happen during the day. Perhaps I shouldn’t be taking naps at 2:30 in the afternoon but my discipline has a tendency to waver after a three hour night’s sleep. I had done little research on the effects of insomnia and sleep paralysis but as far I knew it had something to do with the reticular formation.  I apparently experience mini comas accompanied by terrifyingly vivid hallucinations. At the moment I felt as though my mind were c

I've never done an online journal but I should think it'd be no different from any other. A place to hold your thoughts like a bookmark in the forsaken chronicle of your life. Why do I do this? I try not to be poetic because it makes me hate myself more than I already do but I find that I rather enjoy making myself feel worthless. It's the only consistency I'm blessed with in this life and I'd be hard press to relinquish it for a small semblance of self-worth. I am quite an immature individual and I'm not the slightest reticent to admit it. I am at an age where my peers have gone to make something of their lives. They have found purpose in t