"Open up and say AAaaaAhhHhh!!!~!~"

The nitemares have started again. I lie awake for hours, petrified of going to sleep. When I finally do sleep, it's more like I drift off into this funny semi-conscious, semi-paralyzed state. And then it begins.

So anyhow, I began to have the same nitemare again last nite. I was speeding and all of a sudden this big motherfuxing lorry banged me on the side, my car banged the divider, flipped off and I landed at the other side of the road. I was already dead when my car touches the ground. I couldn't wake up. Couldn't breathe once again. I can't explain it. I can't explain any of this except that I don't want to fall asleep tonite. I dread every hour that passes. I'm exhausted, but I can't take a nap right now.

I’ve been thinking that I’m going to die soon. I haven’t really told anyone about my nitemares. They’d probably just think I was being paranoid or something. I am a little more paranoid than most, granted, but seeing the same fuxing nitemare like 10 times? I don’t know, this is my very first time. Maybe I’m subconsciously looking for a way out, a way that I don’t have to take my own life, a way that maybe, somehow, fate would take care of business for me. You believe in fate?

For the longest time, I’ve thought that I’ve had some kind of recessed prophetic ability. Not like Uncle Moses or anything but just that I have the ability to somehow see or feel what’s going to happen. Not specific details or anything, but "how", "who", general events, places and such. Maybe thinking this way is prolonging my life, as I’m always looking out so I’m able to always prevent what might be.

I am fuxing tired now and I hope I wont fall asleep. I don't wanna "die" yet.

Day9 - Age of 9.
I remember I was a book worm at this age. I am just too tired to reflect my past at the moment, let the pictures do the talking.

Thing(s) I did on Day 9.
Reflecting Day9 - Age of 9 by "Joining Pool tournament". I got into semis and lost, thanks to myself for being too over confident and made one critical mistake. Hate to lose and disappointed but that's how the ball goes.