| Eleven ☥ |
[Apr. 10th, 2011|07:10 pm] |
Nothing. I see nothing. Nothing nothing nothing.
The book doesn't help. Things not in it. How are we supposed to see the path?
It's not there. She said it would be.
Everything changes but not us, not this, and I can't
We don't exist. It's all falling apart.
Even family.
They're not real. I'm not real Dominic, I need
I can't find the door. |
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| Ten ☥ |
[Mar. 1st, 2011|01:43 pm] |
It's a sad day when the mentally ill make more sense to us than most people we have running things around here.
( Carter ) |
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| Nine ☥ |
[Feb. 7th, 2011|01:17 pm] |
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( Dominick ) |
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| Eight ☥ |
[Jan. 13th, 2011|02:58 pm] |
Sometimes it's too much, feeling everything. How do Devon and Dominick handle it so well?
I miss Disney Land. That was a good day. What's a good day that you all remember? Something that sticks out in your memory that never ages. Or ends. What if I really don't end, like Dominick said? I don't know if I could take it, being around that long. Watching everything around me wither and die and for those like Del, deteriorate into madness. |
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| Seven ☥ |
[Dec. 17th, 2010|11:01 pm] |
I'm not sure I'm at all qualified to deal with this. But, as the clinic is severely lacking in psych consults, I guess it's up to me. A preborn reincarnate? I wonder if anyone besides me realizes how psychologically messed up that is. I better get to work. Why am I typing to myself like a loser again?
I don't think very many people truly appreciate the mere psychological medical marvel that is this brand of existence. To find a way to coexist at all with this kind of condition is a feat all on its own, something that most mundy psych patients are never able to fully achieve. We can go on living perfectly normal lives, at least normal by our own standards, while schizophrenics and people with multiple personality disorders are more or less diagnosed as handicapped for life. Then again, some argue that there's not much that separates us from that. Thoughts, anyone? I could use them. |
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| Six ☥ |
[Nov. 14th, 2010|09:34 am] |
Oh. My god. I can't believe I'd completely forgotten what it's like to be at all alone in my own head, just me and my own thoughts. I don't know what the hell is going on but if I never have to hear that crazy shit in my ears talking about god knows what ever again I will be the happiest girl alive. The happiest. Though it's worth noting, this is very strange. Very strange indeed. I think I might do some research. Miri, if anybody comes into the clinic freaking out, uhhh. I can try to calm them down. It's not exactly the same, but at the moment all we really have to work with are possible after effects of schizophrenics gone cold sober. Which doesn't sound like a problem, but I'm imagining worst possible scenarios here and it's possible not everyone is going to respond well to being without voices, especially those who've had them for a long time.
Gwen? Dominick? Grandpa? Are you guys okay? |
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| Four ☥ |
[Sep. 14th, 2010|10:46 am] |
The patients in the psych ward are starting to call me 'Del'. It's not that far off from Dinah, not exactly. But if I don't find a way to reign her in when I'm on the job this could become an issue. I never realized just how hard it would be working in a place full of mundies.
On the bright side? I found Barnabas. Or rather he found me. What a smart doggie. |
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| Three ☥ Am I here? |
[Aug. 20th, 2010|11:39 am] |
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| Two ☥ What is a name? |
[Aug. 12th, 2010|09:18 pm] |
Um. I guess I haven't posted to this thing since... you know, the first time. Everything was all new and disorienting and then my cousin came to get us and I sort of forgot about this. I don't think I made the greatest first impression, so I'll try again.
Hi, I'm Dinah. She's Delirium. You know, from The Sandman series. She says hi. Actually, she says a lot more then hi, but even I have a difficult time sifting through all her commentary sometimes.
You ever sit there and say a word over and over again until it doesn't make sense to you anymore? Or maybe it never made sense in the first place. Sometimes I say a word in my head, or out loud, and it sounds foreign, like I'm speaking a different language. No matter how many times I say the word, it just becomes less and less real. Was it ever? I don't know what I'm saying anymore. I have a headache. |
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| One ☥ What are you? |
[Jul. 29th, 2010|01:58 pm] |
This is... weird. I don't know what to make of any of this. Can anyone out there help us? There's a girl who's hurt. I don't know what that even means, but I'm starting to think I should just cut to the chase and check myself in with the rest of my patients. WHY ARE so MANY PEOPLE INSIDE WITH ME...
Fuckin' a. This is just. I'm starting to freak out a little bit, not gonna lie. Locking myself in a closet didn't do a thing to make this go away. Her go away. Everyone just go away.
What if I really am going crazy again. AM I HERE? |
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