Did some flist switching about for this journal. Added a few people I trust (hello!) and took off several people that I haven't talked to in ages. Nothing against you as a person, of course. More or less against the fact that we haven't talked in so long, spilling my guts to you feels more awkward than anything.

( the lyrics are the genius, not me )

The Mountain Goats "No Children"

When I was a little girl and I would have a nightmare, I'd wake up in my bed, shaking, crying, frightened out of my mind. If I was dreaming about something that would get me (creepy crawlies, the freddy krueger that I was positive lived under my bed at night, etc.) I would just lay in my bed in terror.

If I wasn't dreaming of creepy crawlies that would get me, and the nightmare was a particularly bad one, I would go into my parents bedroom. But I could never bring myself to wake them up. I would just stand there and stare at my Mom, hoping and hoping and hoping that she would wake up. Sometimes she would and she'd get up and tuck me back into bed, give me a hug and a kiss and I'd feel better. More often than not though, I'd be standing there for several minutes before I would finally just go back to my bed and would just sob and sob and sob because I was so scared.


I'll always be the sort of person who can't even wake up their own parents when they need a hug in the middle of the night.

I never said anything in the morning.