I'm back. And alive. For now. I love sugar, but it hates me. It wants to kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiill me. Ah, cocoa. You're my only friend now. AAAAAAAAARGH!!! You have 2 teaspoons of sugar in you!! I'm going to see through time again... Wheeeeeeeeeeeeee... OK, OK, 'seeing through time' is what I call when my head and limbs go funny after consuming sugar. I don't really see through time. Or, at least, I don't think I do. ....What? Napoleon is
dead??????Thankfully I didn't black out today. But I might do now. I don't know. Today went rather surprisingly well. I don't think that was grammatically correct, but hey. But I'm still pondering about my blacking out yesterday... WTF happened????? In fact, I almost, heh, fell asleep on the bus, so that could've been another ticket to the blackout train. Metaphor time! Buuuuut, yeah. What
did happen? When I 'awoke', if that's what I can call it, it was like... a tug of war between you and someone exactly the same strength... then they suddenly let go. That's what it's like. WTF HAPPENED????? I wasn't even tired. I am so confused, and kinda scared inside. But I'm alive now, and so, meh. Although, I'd like to go in a coma for a few months, just to see what it's like... Eck, I'm tingling again. GODDAMN MY NAVEL ITCHES!! (Happy Noodle Boy, heh.) All day, I've been telling myself, "I'm not diabetic, it's all in my head. I'm not diabetic, it's all in my head... Whee, tingly fingers, I'm going to fall over!...I'm not diabetic, it's all in my head." But, it's not really working. Reverse psychology doesn't work on the brain. It's too smart for you. I have a strange, strange WANT to grab my pancreas and suck out all the insulin that's left. Just like a flannel. Yay! Flannel! That word is strange. But, I think I'm starting to snap more at people. Ignore the snapping. Another side affect. (Boy, my Dad has it bad.)
Dying... will be fun.
Random note before I go off and die, I found a mood displayer for blogs. I will be shoving it on the sidebar. Cool, no? NO?? I got it at
http://www.moodsmilies.com/ , in case you want to follow in my footsteps and steal my ideas. Nah, go on, enjoy yourself with a mood.
Dear lord, this is worse than goth poetry... XP (It's a quote!!!!)
# Bobbin slithered back into the shadows at 9:35 PM
