ndslotesse's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Sexy Men, Nightmares, and Phobias Dear Diary, ::SIGH:: What is it about guys that can dance and sing? Damn, they are soo sexy. I'm like in a trance, it's pretty bad. I was just watching The Great Pretender, haha, um, well...they are doing the real deal, w/ the singing. And the guys...woah, nice. Okay, maybe it's because I don't see guys that often w/ the fact that I don't go to a COED school or go out on the weekends. Talent is so sexy. But enough of my raving. Let's talk about something real. I dreamt a dream last night. Or should I say nightmare. I hate clowns, ever since I've seen 'IT' when I was younger I've been terrified. And I dreamt of clown-like chuckies, that are about 4 feet high and they were ugly and disgusting. I'm always dreaming of these derranged dreams. Me, always running away from something that I'm frightened of. Something, that causes pain and death. There is always a lot of knives. The evil monster killing people and wounding people I love. I hate sharp objects. I can't stand knives. I love to cook but I hate chopping things it scares the hell out of me just to hold a knife. Is this a phobia? I can handle them but I try to think of something else before my fear crowds me. Whenever I see a knife on a counter/table I have to push it to the middle so it wouldn't fall off the edge. I can't stand to hold a butcher knife so I hate washing them when I'm doing the dishes. I need to get rid of this fear. It's messing me up a little. But, something no matter how big it is...big...small...always effects your life. Right? Me and my frightening dreams of death, knives, and chasing. With care, 9:56 a.m. - 2002-04-20 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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