i can no longer write. i cant continue on. its gotten to the point where i cannot sleep at night due to my nightmares. i kno ur thinkin what does this have to do with writing? i learned last nite that the only time i'm plagued with nightmares is when i write. for example, last nite i was listening to william control n came up with an idea. when i went to sleep, i dreamt that i was called to a room, it was a dump, all dusty n floorboards were missing. there was a priest n a nun there too. everyone told the nun to shield her eyes from the horror n i was to assist the priest. they has discovered this girl was possessed becuz she self mutilates, in the bible its know as the work of the devil. her wrists were squirting blood on the walls n she was speaking weird. the point is i cant keep havin dreams like this. i wake up tired...it has to stop. if writing is causing this then.....i quit.
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