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who's that tap tap tapping on my head

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who's that tap tap tapping on my head
11.09.07 3:08 a.m.

yeah I know I need to stop...

These fucking nightmares. Someone was tapping my forehead. Like with a fingernail or boney fingers or something and when I woke up I could still feel the pressure on my head like someone was still pressing on it though the tapping had stopped. CREEPY to say the least.

It's like I'm on red alert 24/7. I went to bed at 10pm, was awake again by midnight and I still havent been able to fall back asleep. There are so many things goin against me getting any good sleep. Besides the PTSD and missing Klondyke there's the hard ass single little kid bed Im sleeping on and no heat in my freezing ass room, my blankets for some reason will not stop being staticy and every so often in the night I get shocks. I'm not touching anything metal so whats shocking me? Could it be my tongue ring? And who's tapping me on the head and why? This is fucking gay. Sometimes I hit my head against the wall, just cuz the bed is too small and I'll roll into the wall, it still fucking hurts and my winter hat doesnt fit right. Its been almost a month since the fight and my head is still sore, I still have vision problems.


Always remember to quit while you're ahead.

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About Me
I am a bipolar genius, child abuse & addiction survivor, who is now a single mother who works 70 hours a week and has had gastric-bypass weight loss surgery a year ago. Wish me luck cuz I need it!!!

Examples of My Insanity
Dead On Mental Health Quiz
Tuna Noodle Casserole Story
Explaining Myselves
Biting Off Redneck's Finger
Got So Crazy Scratched Til I Bled
How I Found Nirvana
Leaving Lon After 7 Years
Bad Luck On 3 July 4ths
Random Craziness (FBI Please Disregard)
How I Ended Up A Junky
Almost Getting Raped by a Marine
Typical Weekend in Ohio
How Cobain Saved My Life


How long could we maintain? I wondered. How long until one of us starts raving and jabbering at this boy? What will he think then? This same lonely desert was the last known home of the Manson family; will he make that grim connection when my attorney starts screaming about bats and huge manta rays coming down on the car? If so, well, we'll just have to cut his head off and bury him somewhere, 'cause it goes without saying that we can't turn him loose. He'd report us at once to some kind of outback Nazi law enforcement agency and they'll run us down like dogs. Jesus, did I say that? Or just think it? Was I talking? Did they hear me?


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