Last night, I had a bad dream.
The kind where sickly goo coats your insides, keeping you attached to the sensation and feeling bound to it when you wake, afraid to return to sleep.
Are you proud of yourself, sleep spectre? That you only exist and flourish by preying upon others where they feel weak?
Why don’t you try a new line of work, where you are actually helping people. Then, you would be welcomed to return – likely more frequently!
I am irritated at the presumptuousness of the older man who attempted to break in through my window, against my will, pushing his agenda to “treat me right” (not what he said in his malice).
Just because I voice my thoughts does not mean I am a willing victim. Don’t tell me you like it that way – take a hike! Get a better “profession.”
I guess I am struggling to clear out old garbage messaging. I’ve heard that if you repeat positivity with clear intention, it can become your new programming.
There are only a few guys on this planet, likely, that I could sync up with properly and have a fulfilling life with.
Don’t take it personally, Mr. Stalker: you don’t need to force your beliefs on me.
There’s someone better for you, too.
Candid Corvid Productions 