home of the enslaved and cowardly

A little hesitant to go to sleep tonight, so I'm just biding my time. For the first time that I can remember, I woke up crying from a nightmare this Saturday morning. I dreamt that two of my "close friends" and  someone they hired were locked inside of a house with me. For whatever reason, the two friends and I were representing different factions in a no holds barred, Battle Royale-type game. But those two both decided to kill me; in essence, I was just trying to hide from and defend against three people (the person they hired was a young Jackie Chan - it's ok to laugh. This is probably because someone I live with showed me an episode of Jackie Chan Adventures) the entire time. I remember being stabbed through both of my palms. The instant I saw the X-acto knife run through my hand, I felt an ungodly pain as well as a terror that my attacker would pull the blade back out. Of course, on both occasions, they had shown no remorse and pulled the knife back through with...

Sometimes when I don't understand something on its Wikipedia article, I set the language to Simple English.

Part of the problem of being sensitive is being sensitive to being labelled as sensitive. It certainly doesn't help when someone else's consoling words are  Why do you care so much? It shouldn't matter to you because no one cares. Understandable, they are trying to encourage you to be less self-conscious, but the heart of the matter is that you   do care . Perhaps no one else cares - but this has little to do with you. Floundering around in a puddle of worry. Anyways, feeling aimless but good for the most part. Have a lot of things to be thankful for. Just came back from lunch with good Old Roomie who gave me some good advice and warnings and general direction about something I have been worrying about for a few months now. What would I do without her? make many more mistakes most mlikely (malliteration. mnice mone).