Either, the body goes to great lengths to survive, or Ghost Whisperer is real, and my parents try to contact me from “beyond the veil”. Depending on my state of my mind, I hop between both theories.

There was the time not too long ago, where I was more there than here. I dream about them telling me that it isnt my time yet. I fantasize about the life we had, until I dream about how badly they were doing in the end. All Saints Day is just plain evil, so today I dream about them appearing and telling me I shouldnt be so sad, we will meet again. If only, and as we all know everybody lies. Today is a theory one day.

Today I did nothing else but communicate with various people (4 or 5) from work via email, text messages, phone, and in real. Unbelievable. I even skipped a lecture because someone needed to talk, about the post office of course. It is awfully hard to get some distance, when everyone tries to constantly contact me. A world without me does function, they just dont know it yet!

I do admire people that can so freely talk about themselves for such a long amount of time. Talking about myself is my biggest problem, and that was ultimately why I so terribly failed at therapy. I think everyone here knows me much better than people in real life. SHOCKING, and what did people do in the time without internet anyway?

I truly believe, that itching can drive you into the Loony Bin. 😐 One more turtle made it into this world today. One turtle and three shells.