When I was 15, I got MAD.

This has always floated around my brain for as long as I can remember, being I am a closet goth girl, thinking natural disasters are cool, coffins are pretty, and industrial is good music to fuck to, etc...But the obsession is back. I can't stop thinking about death. It's all I want to talk about and learn, and read about.
But not just "duh, dead things rule!" I wanna know about ghosts, and spirit guides, and if Sylvia Brown is a huge load of shit. I've resurrected all my Time Life Mystery's Of The Unknown books, and study them like I'm gonna have to write an essay explaining why I think I should live.

there is also the mystery of "my life" 25 yrs. ago. You guys don't get to know about it, cuz it's still super bizarre, and would take too much thought and time to type all those big words.

Actually, ya know what? Give me a couple hours to think more about this, and I'll write something of more substance after I shower and shake all these last night's nightmares.

I'll come back. I swear.