Miss Von Trapp (missvontrapp) wrote,
Miss Von Trapp
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*fear* O.O

I've just woken from such awful nightmares that I don't want to put down my snoopy.

O.O

I was living in a house which I knew to be haunted by several spirits, but I was generally ok with that, except for one, an old lady who was the previous occupant who was a bit of a busy body. She liked to be in charge of 'important' things...

It was tolerable for a bit...until she started refusing to allow me to make tea using the kettle and making water boil in the cafetiere instead, and choosing mugs for me...then I had a group of friends/band round...and she got jealous...I went downstairs to the kitchen to have words with her and met with a wall of pressure in my chest...came upstairs to find one of my friends screaming with his leg torn off.

Got that into a freezer compartment after much panic and stuff and tried to ring for an ambulance...she'd taken over the phone with old ladies type music...so I left the house with my mobile to try to get a signal leaving my friends inside...had to go all the way down the road and still had the music in my phone...found two old ladies who remembered her while alive, and tried to talk to her through my phone, but they couldn't grasp that she was dead, so couldn't tell her to move on...

...came back to more chaos...she was stifling the place...totally possessing it...making grass grow in the kitchen, flowers too...giving everyone hayfever...then we managed to get upstairs...loads more going on inbetween...I didn't enjoy the 'attempt at rape' bit that happened to me either...with knives and loose hacksaw blades...while some guy who I was apparently in love with looking on in helpless tears...and the press post about the death of my friend who'd had his leg torn off...and all the rest of it which I have no wish to try to recall now.


...I'm sitting here now with a snoopy on my lap and my heart in my chest...I was shaking when I woke up...maybe from lack of oxygen...mostly from fear.

I need soothing music and a cup of tea.

I love 'The Divine Comedy' and Neil Hannon's rich, melodious voice, but this song from 'A Secret History...' always makes me miserable, but in an uplifted kind of way...I identify...but not so far as the suicide bit...


Too young to die but too old to survive
I’ve spent too long trying to write this song
The tune is ok but the words are all wrong
Maybe it’s time for a change

I’ve lived a life since the day I arrived
Building my dreams, grand romantic schemes
Now I’m 28 but I’m still in my teens
Maybe it’s time for a change

Chorus:
Now it’s time to say goodbye
To my suit, my shirt, my tie
My youth seems to have passed me by
And I’m too young to die

I will not weep for what we leave behind
I must break free from that part of me
That values the art over the humanity
I think it’s time for a change

I thought that I was doing fine
But now I’ve changed my mind ‘cause...

Chorus

Too young to die, yeah! Ooh!
Too young, too young, yeah, yeah, yeah... Ooh!
Maybe it’s time for a change


*shivers*
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