My emotions are on... Some type of rollercoaster right now.
I've become so much more sensitive to things.
I get scolded, even for something as little as a grain of sand, I cry.
I dunno, it's just not something I'd usually do.
But then again, living with a preditor doesn't help either, and his never ending attitude towards my brother and I.
My mom came up with a theory.
I had thought about it while he had been doing those things.
Something, a ghost, spirit, demon?
Something had possesed him.
My mom even noticed things about him that wasn't him.
He would do things to her in the middle of the night and wouldn't remember.
He would say things to her, mean things and not remember.
But ever since we moved out of that house, everything has been fine. [except maybe the arguements that have been going on a lot]
But, the animals are relaxed here, I don't really hear those voices too much anymore. Only sometimes. It happened the other day to me during the day. And that's not normal.
but, either way, things are going alright.
No need to worry.
But this movie I watched tonight, reminded me of things.
It's called Reincarnation
A japanese horror film
it's about how these people are reinacarations of people who had died.
but the fact that the [the theory of reincarnation ] person you were before you were the person you are now, passes thei memories on to their next life.
it just reminded me of this house I used to dream of all the time when I was little.
A white house, two story, made out of wood, with a porch and grass all around it.
I was inside it, the windows had dust stains on them and such, old tables and chairs with peeled paint. creeky floors....
It was until I had passed by it on the highway in north carolina when I believed that it was real. But after I saw it, I never had a dream about it again.
weird, but whatever.
Sometimes I wonder, if we are reincarnations, who were we before? What happened to us? What were we like?
The world may never know.
I've become so much more sensitive to things.
I get scolded, even for something as little as a grain of sand, I cry.
I dunno, it's just not something I'd usually do.
But then again, living with a preditor doesn't help either, and his never ending attitude towards my brother and I.
My mom came up with a theory.
I had thought about it while he had been doing those things.
Something, a ghost, spirit, demon?
Something had possesed him.
My mom even noticed things about him that wasn't him.
He would do things to her in the middle of the night and wouldn't remember.
He would say things to her, mean things and not remember.
But ever since we moved out of that house, everything has been fine. [except maybe the arguements that have been going on a lot]
But, the animals are relaxed here, I don't really hear those voices too much anymore. Only sometimes. It happened the other day to me during the day. And that's not normal.
but, either way, things are going alright.
No need to worry.
But this movie I watched tonight, reminded me of things.
It's called Reincarnation
A japanese horror film
it's about how these people are reinacarations of people who had died.
but the fact that the [the theory of reincarnation ] person you were before you were the person you are now, passes thei memories on to their next life.
it just reminded me of this house I used to dream of all the time when I was little.
A white house, two story, made out of wood, with a porch and grass all around it.
I was inside it, the windows had dust stains on them and such, old tables and chairs with peeled paint. creeky floors....
It was until I had passed by it on the highway in north carolina when I believed that it was real. But after I saw it, I never had a dream about it again.
weird, but whatever.
Sometimes I wonder, if we are reincarnations, who were we before? What happened to us? What were we like?
The world may never know.
