Occasionally, they’re still there: out of the corner of my eye, something rushing past, and when I look, nothing: ghosts: or the mark on the wall that always seems to be a mosquito just landed there. Little distractions in my thought, when certain types of lyrics appear in the song on the radio, always about me being damned, or being saved — all eternity summed up in a few notes. Dreams I usually don’t remember, nowadays, not like when the madness was going full tilt, but there was one recently I recall. It was an old one, that I am back in school (college), and I forgot something in a class; usually, it has been that I have forgotten to go to a class for the first half of a semester, but this time, only that I had forgotten one assignment, and that even if I fail this one class, with my grades from the semester before, I will still graduate. And there is the feeling that I have, that I have crossed some threshold, that I got a passing grade somewhere in a great big test called life. Yes, it’s only a D, nothing to be proud about — or is it?
Chrissy74
11:22am tuesday, 11th april
i know what you mean with seeing things out of the corner of your eye and then nothing. I have been diagnosed with Schizoaffective disorder for about 1 month now and can't seem to find anything on it.
Chrissy74