The Precipice

Good morning, good evening, good afternoon. I constantly swing across the precipice of awake and dreaming. I have to, because this is where all the fantastic things are. This personal astral plane is where they hide and in order to do what I do I need to throw a line over the edge, take a deep breath, and start climbing downwards. See what I can bring back, you know?

I should hope to heck that no one I know personally has ever read this journal. No reason. I just love it when the thing is I say here start worming their way into reality. That isn’t right. Not even by InkHeart standards. (And if that’s the case, I want to wake up in a huge pile of hundred dollar bills tomorrow morning. :P)

I’ve always thought I was different. Maybe even a little nuts. But the difference between the truly insane and the people like me is that we know when we’re acting like idiots. We just don’t give two craps. It’s when people start to claim they’re fine while shaking and dodging invisible ghosts.

Furthermore, I’m quite alarmed that I don’t have the right to like or dislike things. It just so happens that I dislike most people, a good chunk of pre-internet technology, and talking. I’m not in the mood to explaining. Explaining is for people defending themselves. Why should I defend myself to people who think I’m already ‘gone’…

And that’s my rant. *sighs* :3

And all you can wonder is who’s reading to who.

Can I see the hands of everyone who saw this coming? Yeah, me too. -_-;

… :’3…

Also, “Books that will induce a mindfuck.” Seriously. I don’t think they missed one. Of course, I haven’t read in a while. I mean really read. ‘Glued to your seat for hours’ read. Nope. Somethings come naturally, and some just don’t.

Thank you, and have a nice day.



  1. girlinhat42 Said:

    Strangely enough, the first thing that came to my mind was “Does she know there’s a kitten in her coat?”

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