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We found peace in the shadows.
Have you ever felt true fear? Or something like paranoia? A while back, and this is a little silly to talk about, but I drank this energy drink. And sure that's no big deal, but I've never personally felt like running a mile after drinking one. So I'm just drinking one like its no big deal, but I'm not just drinking one. I'm drinking one /right/ before going to bed. And I probably got like thirty minutes of sleep that night. I was restless throughout the night, not being able to do anything but lay on my back, staring at my ceiling, my ears perceiving any sound more acute than they ever had. In that utter darkness, I could roll in bed, but there were other people to consider. I'm not afraid of the dark in say a room, but night time is just scary to think about. Not night time even, but say maybe that window across your room where its just see through enough that any stray tree branch waving seems like someone walking in the background, this someone no doubt being someone hoping to harm you or anyone you care for. And each small sound throughout the house, in your room, is foreign and magnified a thousand times. The smallest shift of unbalanced paraphernalia startles you. It was a strange state of mind. The strangest, really.
I like to keep a diary, because I always enjoy going back and reading whatever I've written in it. The only thing I don't like is not remembering why I wrote those things..
