*giggles* I just did. *flicks hair and leaves*
Your "feminine" nature of writing makes me want to hurt either you or myself. I can't decide which. I get really angry when I read things like this and then PTSD kicks in, but not the cool type of PTSD that makes CNN stories and awesome salon.com stories but the angry, vivid, I only see blood type of stories that end up as horrible tragic episodes of extreme violence and explicit x-rated stories on tales from the crypt.
Then I catch my breath and I am thrown back into reality. Then I come into grips with what I am reading. I start to relax and my blood pressure slowly begins to lower, my risk of heart attack slowly diminishes and I feel at peace with myself. Then I again remember what it is you are talking about, in words, in text, and it again makes me angry. Then the blood begins to rush forward in my ears and my urge to kill skyrockets. I don't know what to do with myself. I know we've been over this exercise a thousand times in psychosis treatment classes but I just don't know what to do with my hands at this point and my rage is 10x that of which we've practiced. I black out.
When I wake up there is blood everywhere. Probably organs, entrails. Things I don't know what they are other than "meat", so I proceed to digest what has happened. I only have flashbacks of memories, of things that have happened. I remember screams, screams of terror. I remember gasping of air, as throats were ripped out. I don't really know what to think after that. I remember a TV is on loud volume in the back, Yet the screams I hear are of a very human nature, and blood is everywhere.
Then I snap back to reality. And we are actually in a job interview, and we were talking about puppies. I don't remember about which puppies, but you are smiling. So it must have been a good conversation. So I smile back, and pretend what just happened, didn't just happen. And I am glad to notice that your juggular isn't bleeding profusely, and you aren't gasping for air, from the slit in your throat I just made from your coffee table when I just punched it into pieces and then dissected you.
Then I breathe a sigh of relief, because it isn't...reality. It isn't what it is.. And thank god I don't need those drugs that others neeed, because fuck that shit. Nobody needs that. They don't need it. Not me. Nope.
I am so happy for that.
*giggles* I just did. *flicks hair and leaves*
Your "feminine" nature of writing makes me want to hurt either you or myself. I can't decide which. I get really angry when I read things like this and then PTSD kicks in, but not the cool type of PTSD that makes CNN stories and awesome salon.com stories but the angry, vivid, I only see blood type of stories that end up as horrible tragic episodes of extreme violence and explicit x-rated stories on tales from the crypt.
Then I catch my breath and I am thrown back into reality. Then I come into grips with what I am reading. I start to relax and my blood pressure slowly begins to lower, my risk of heart attack slowly diminishes and I feel at peace with myself. Then I again remember what it is you are talking about, in words, in text, and it again makes me angry. Then the blood begins to rush forward in my ears and my urge to kill skyrockets. I don't know what to do with myself. I know we've been over this exercise a thousand times in psychosis treatment classes but I just don't know what to do with my hands at this point and my rage is 10x that of which we've practiced. I black out.
When I wake up there is blood everywhere. Probably organs, entrails. Things I don't know what they are other than "meat", so I proceed to digest what has happened. I only have flashbacks of memories, of things that have happened. I remember screams, screams of terror. I remember gasping of air, as throats were ripped out. I don't really know what to think after that. I remember a TV is on loud volume in the back, Yet the screams I hear are of a very human nature, and blood is everywhere.
Then I snap back to reality. And we are actually in a job interview, and we were talking about puppies. I don't remember about which puppies, but you are smiling. So it must have been a good conversation. So I smile back, and pretend what just happened, didn't just happen. And I am glad to notice that your juggular isn't bleeding profusely, and you aren't gasping for air, from the slit in your throat I just made from your coffee table when I just punched it into pieces and then dissected you.
Then I breathe a sigh of relief, because it isn't...reality. It isn't what it is.. And thank god I don't need those drugs that others neeed, because fuck that shit. Nobody needs that. They don't need it. Not me. Nope.
I am so happy for that.
hi every1 im new!!!!!!!
(holds up spork)
my name is katy but u can call me t3h PeNgU1N oF d00m!!!!!!!! lol
as u can see im very random!!!! thats why i came here, 2 meet random ppl like me _ im 13 years old (im mature 4 my age tho!!) i like 2 watch invader zim w/ my girlfreind (im bi if u dont like it deal w/it) its our favorite tv show!!! bcuz its SOOOO random!!!! shes random 2 of course but i want 2 meet more random ppl =) like they say the more the merrier!!!! lol neways i hope 2 make alot of freinds here so give me lots of commentses!!!!
DOOOOOMMMM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! <--- me bein random again _^ hehe toodles!!!!!
love and waffles
T3H 1T3H PENGU1N 0F D00M
was this randomness, or were you serious? #frightened ,did my giggling and hair whip trigger a reflex? I'm so scared now... #cramps
Do you have a .txt of all the copy pasta on /b/ or something?
You have leaves in your hair? Do they wrinkle up and turn brown and fall out in Autumn?
^^ Thank you! everyone should like color variety in hair. you've seen tons of females with red hair. blue hair, purple hair, yellow hair, blonde hair, dookie braid hair, all types. Green is uncommon, usually. I broke that barrier.:biggrin:
Well I put in my new Windows 10 disc and booted from there, and was able to delete the old and create a new partition on the SSD. With fingers crossed, Windows installed successfully and I've already gotten most of my important software back installed. I AM A GOD. Not really but I dunno what the heck happened with the no-boot issue but everything seems to be ok now.I'm tired as shit and still have about an hour and a half or so of work left.
Gotta move to a new apartment this weekend and I'm not looking forward to all the work. But it'll be nice to be two miles away from work and not have to deal with the insane number of fucking idiots on the freeway every day.
My SSD had apparently crapped out when I turned on my desktop after work last night. I thought it could've been due to a power surge on Monday or Tuesday (power flashes out at my current apartment once a month it seems) but I'm not positive. After talking with a co-worker though, I'm hoping it may have just messed up a sector or something like that on the drive, and not the whole SSD. I'll see if I can boot from CD and delete/create new partition on it (BIOS does recognize the drive still).
I'm tired. Want bed.