Nightmares 17 y
I think I just don't listen...
Last night I had an awful dream. I went to visit a good friend of mine in Texas, and as we walked down the street, I looked up and saw that the sky was a sickly neon green with clouds streaked across it. A helicopter was making chemtrails clouds so close I felt like I could touch them. I tried to remain calm, but I ended up going home. I remember watching those clouds being blown into my town...
I guess this dream completely reinforces everything I’ve studied on the subconscious. Consciously, I thought I was alright and that chemtrails didn’t really bother me anymore. My dreams tell me ... read more
The Word of the Day: Determination 17 y
I remember Haiku class...
This morning I dutifully swallowed my herbs and became ill. .. Ugh, my stomach .. that was some party last night.
I don’t know how I plan to get better if I keep consuming the junk that I am.
Yesterday I dedicated time to learn about Genetically Modified foods. That, is absolutely disgusting. I thought Chemtrails were bad. They both are, and I’m only touching the tip of the iceberg.
I dislike learning about new things such as HAARP, microwave radiation, cell phone towers, chemtrails, GMO foods... yet my thirst for knowledge is insatiable. Curiousity killed the cat, but knowledge b ... read more
Ai yai yai 17 y
All of the world will be your enemy, Prince with a Thousand Enemies...
I’m sorry, but I’m going to be a teenager and complain.
I hate hate hate how I have so much self-doubt about how people feel about me. Even online, in pixels if it looks like someone hates me, or even dislikes me to a small extent does it crush all motivation to take better care of myself and heal!! GRRR I have no control over it.
I just want people to love me...
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The Lunatic Café 17 y
This is a personal journal. It is open to the public, if you desire to read it. A comedy, a trajedy, a chemical romance.
Day 3 of MH’s Parasite Cleanse.
I suppose, day three of cleanses altogether. Day three on my journey to health.. Another day to be locked in this room for the ill. Some refer to me as inanimate. I prefer slightly deranged - at least there’s some life to it.
Still others I’m sure have the impression that I am the restless healer. Prod me with a stick long enough and I’ll show you that my Chinese year is the Tiger and my Zodiac is the Scorpio.
I’m not so impertinent. My voice has an edge to it, if you will, due to my longing for freedom. Freedom from my ailment. Too much stress will ... read more