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Sept 7, 2013 1:36:36 GMT -5
Post by Noa Reese on Sept 7, 2013 1:36:36 GMT -5
September 5, 2013.
1:15pm.
Hey guys... So, today I'm gonna seem like a total fucking nutcase because - well, because I think I might be one at this point.
To those of you that have followed LBH for a while, you can probably tell I'm a little over cynical and not exactly a fan of humanity. Also, that I tend to harp on the fact that every single person in the world is a fucking liar. Well, blah blah blah, not even gonna mention that because this morning I think I nearly killed somebody.
Ok, just gonna put this out there: he isn't dead. As far as I know. He was unconscious though. So I called an ambulance and ran.
I'm hyped up on something - I think it's adrenaline, cause I can't stop tapping my foot and my lips have split over and over from my nervous habit of chewing them.
Something is really fucking wrong. The best I've been able to do is run away to my room and lock myself up, hoping my roommates don't react the same way every single other person I passed did. Did I mention this is ever so slightly terrifying?
Ok, ok, gotta calm down.
Let's try this from the beginning.
So, this morning I woke up with a splitting headache. Usually, that kind of headache occurs for one of three reasons: 1) I drank too much (this is a very very rare occasion and I'm pretty sure it's happened only once in my life); 2) I spent the night a depressed wreck and/or banged my head against a wall and/or cried nonstop; or 3) I spent the night around compulsive liars or watching political speeches.
Oh, right: lies = high tones, therefore many lies = horrible headache.
More importantly: none of those things happened last night.
So I wasn't in the sunniest of moods when I realized that we did not have the painkillers I needed at our apartment, and I would need to go to the drugstore. And I was even less thrilled to endure a painfully slow drugstore clerk who was attempting to ring me out.
I was just glaring at him, cursing him in my mind (I swear, that's all I was doing), when all of a sudden he grabs his head and let's out this chilling painful wail before just keeling over and passing out.
What the fuck.
Seriously.
I can't even - there is no possible way I can comprehend this even as I type it. Things don't work like that. Even in today's meta world, with my stupid self, things don't work like that.
Something is nagging at me that if I only knew what on earth this was I might have a better idea of how to stop it, but I just -
Oh, right. There was more.
Anyway, this clerk keels over and passes out, and my headache only feels worse which puts me in an even worse mood, but now I'm also terrified because this guy just fucking passed out, so I awkwardly pat him down and use his cell phone to call an ambulance before racing back to my car. And every single person I pass on the street seems to wince and grab their head, and I feel like - what, is my headache contagious, is that it? It doesn't make any sense.
So I get home and run into my room, lock the door behind me, try to rip my blanket apart with my teeth (anxiety coping method, don't judge), and punch a pillow a few times. And then I wrote this. Because - seriously, what the fuck?!
I have a feeling I may need to call in the big guns on this one.
And by that I mean teachers.
Wish me luck - this freak needs it.
LBH[/i]
1:15pm.
Hey guys... So, today I'm gonna seem like a total fucking nutcase because - well, because I think I might be one at this point.
To those of you that have followed LBH for a while, you can probably tell I'm a little over cynical and not exactly a fan of humanity. Also, that I tend to harp on the fact that every single person in the world is a fucking liar. Well, blah blah blah, not even gonna mention that because this morning I think I nearly killed somebody.
Ok, just gonna put this out there: he isn't dead. As far as I know. He was unconscious though. So I called an ambulance and ran.
I'm hyped up on something - I think it's adrenaline, cause I can't stop tapping my foot and my lips have split over and over from my nervous habit of chewing them.
Something is really fucking wrong. The best I've been able to do is run away to my room and lock myself up, hoping my roommates don't react the same way every single other person I passed did. Did I mention this is ever so slightly terrifying?
Ok, ok, gotta calm down.
Let's try this from the beginning.
So, this morning I woke up with a splitting headache. Usually, that kind of headache occurs for one of three reasons: 1) I drank too much (this is a very very rare occasion and I'm pretty sure it's happened only once in my life); 2) I spent the night a depressed wreck and/or banged my head against a wall and/or cried nonstop; or 3) I spent the night around compulsive liars or watching political speeches.
Oh, right: lies = high tones, therefore many lies = horrible headache.
More importantly: none of those things happened last night.
So I wasn't in the sunniest of moods when I realized that we did not have the painkillers I needed at our apartment, and I would need to go to the drugstore. And I was even less thrilled to endure a painfully slow drugstore clerk who was attempting to ring me out.
I was just glaring at him, cursing him in my mind (I swear, that's all I was doing), when all of a sudden he grabs his head and let's out this chilling painful wail before just keeling over and passing out.
What the fuck.
Seriously.
I can't even - there is no possible way I can comprehend this even as I type it. Things don't work like that. Even in today's meta world, with my stupid self, things don't work like that.
Something is nagging at me that if I only knew what on earth this was I might have a better idea of how to stop it, but I just -
Oh, right. There was more.
Anyway, this clerk keels over and passes out, and my headache only feels worse which puts me in an even worse mood, but now I'm also terrified because this guy just fucking passed out, so I awkwardly pat him down and use his cell phone to call an ambulance before racing back to my car. And every single person I pass on the street seems to wince and grab their head, and I feel like - what, is my headache contagious, is that it? It doesn't make any sense.
So I get home and run into my room, lock the door behind me, try to rip my blanket apart with my teeth (anxiety coping method, don't judge), and punch a pillow a few times. And then I wrote this. Because - seriously, what the fuck?!
I have a feeling I may need to call in the big guns on this one.
And by that I mean teachers.
Wish me luck - this freak needs it.
LBH[/i]
