User blog:Mf99k/A Place No one believes exists...

I was flying. I couldn't feel my feet on the ground. I was only vaguely aware that my legs were moving. I did not breathe. My lungs wanted me to. But I did not. Maybe these things wouldn't have started to bother me as much if my name wasn't Mirror. Maybe that weekend should have been different. But it wasn't. And now I have to deal with...this. Words, numbers, symbols weave in and out of my mind. Memories. Of things that shouldn't have happened and things that I couldn't explain. Like ghosts and visions, cryptic writings and symbols-on the walls, the tiles, my skin. The keystone-I just remembered. I shouldn't have had it on my forehead when I fell asleep. The dreams I had... those were not as friendly as the dreams I normally have. The right side of my face has started to go numb again. Every once in a while I see the triangle-he almost taunts me with his strange games and riddles. I've become distracted. Everybody loves magic when they think it's pretend, but "real magic just freaks people out." I hate all of them, all of those people who think I'm just confused or imaginative or crazy. I'm not crazy. Just different. I live in two different worlds, with different sets of problems. People don't realize how what they say affects me. I will need to send the package eventually. As soon as It lets me. My life is a paradox. As soon as I get that model back from Mabel (assuming she hasn't decorated the crap out of it) I'll try to ship the package. But for now, I'm all alone. In a place no one thinks exists. I finish typing.