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Saturday, October 23, 2004
I Did Not Do Anything Why Did You Beat Me Up???
Gahhh...I hate nightmares. Always have stomach aches after that. Sorry to rain on your parade.Guys and gals,I feel so depressed today because my childhood memory;in some way did come back to haunt me last night.In a form of a dream.
I was beaten to near-death by something. I couldn't even see its face cuz the place was dark. I could hear a voice,a rough voice resembling an old hag. Fucking hurts.It(don't ask why I call it that)beat me up with a cane then with a horse whip.I sweared at that moment I just wanted to fucking die....please let me fucking die....
Then out of nowhere I heard a voice of a man calling my name. Then he started to tell the old wench to stop beating me up.I could barely recognise his voice.Strangely deja-vu.Then he came near me and I quickly found shelter in his arms. I sweared that I heard he was saying fuck this,fuck that.Fuckless.(???)
I was for sure that I know this man because of instinct.At this time of peril,it's better to let the voice in your heart to tell you what to do.You just have to keep your mouth shut.Then the man went to the old bitch and he shot her with a shotgun.Oh God..the noise was unbearable.Shot after shot it died.It began to let out a smell of rotting flesh.I just wanted to fucking die...
Then the man took me outside,it was raining like hell. The raindrops landed on my wounds and the pain was like....AAAAAAAAAHHH!!!! I couldn't even move properly so he led me out slowly to a stone path. Well,light was present and to my surprise the man was....
"Matthew Bellamy" he said to me with a smile and I knew that his eyes twinkle with loveliness. Gah...I could have just melt...
(*shit...then I woke up..the house smelled terrible*)
So yeah then you lot will ask me why do I feel down after that? OK, let me tell you why.
- the dream was too short and ghastly
-wtf was the wench did to me??
-I DON'T FUCKING KNOW. I AM AGAINST CHILD ABUSE.FIGHT AGAINST IT AND LAST NIGHT WHY THE FUCK DID THE MEMORY CAME BACK?!
In reality, when I was a kid I was physically abused a lot.I hated it. Bad school reports back then said 'hello cane to the buttocks!'.Then a few of the babysitters would threaten to hit my head to the wall if I did not keep my mouth shut ( I was such a noisy and annoying kid). One babysitter...how dared she...the bitch...slapped my face hard, the reasons for that were still unknown.
OK.question. What do you think of child abuse?
*share any stories,experiences,rants,profanities and sympathy...I dunno. Say whatever you want, I can't judge you all. Speak your mind about this matter.
Escape (Muse)
You would say anything
And you would try anything
To escape your meaningless
And your insignificance
You're uncontrollable
And we are unlovable
and I don't want you to think that I care
I never would I never could again
Why can't you just love her?
Why be such a monster?
You bully from a distance
Your brain needs some assistance
But I'll still take all the blame
Cuz you and me are both one and the same
And it's driving me mad
And it's driving me mad
I'll take back all the things that I've said
I didn't realise I was talking to the living dead
But I don't want you to think that I care
I never would I never could again
You would say anything
And you would try anything
to escape your meaningless
And you're insignificant
WORDS: Matthew Bellamy,my muse
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