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Bought magnesium supplements to help me empty my bowels, status is DELAYED shipment. The universe wants me to die from constipation. Fml

The first dream I can remember was of my Grandmother dying in a car accident. In it, I watched over her, looming. I feared that the dream would come to fruition. I was told that if I thought about something hard enough, long enough, I could manifest it into reality. I still believe this. On my worst days, my inability to prevent the negative from poisoning my mind frustrates me into tears.

Drawing of something I'll probably never finish

I wish to abandon my body like a butterfly undergoing Chrysalis. Though I've been told I would be a moth.

Sometime last Summer, again.

Sometime last summer, wrong date

October 28th 2024

A mocking whisper echoes constantly. I fear my dreams of black holes and cosmic vortexes will come true. A day when dusk arrives, there will be a dark puddle in the sky, warping the atmosphere; my day of judgement. In sleep, I search for screws on the roof of a house, I tie rope in knots across pillars near the sea to keep it underwater, in the Midwest, an albino alligator bites my arm; I kill it, and find two lions stoically waiting. I bought Freud's The Interpretation of dreams.