Im going on a Trek. For four days. Pushing a wagon. It's gonna be a blast...I'm DEAD so hard. 
wimpypioneerbrooke. 

the bogeyman isnt really dead, not forever

Lately I have been scared at night. Its not new news. But its getting bad. My neighbors have a lot of parties and I hear everything. The cars and trucks pulling in. The screaming. The laughing. The bottles clanking. I see shadows and hear things in my house. I hear my stairs talking and pictures moving. Last night I kept a pair of craft scissors under my pillow... My mind is the biggest bully in the world. My brain scares me with real nightmare possibilities. I don't like scary movies, especially the kind where people are alone in a big old house. And I am always the last one to go to sleep. I like light. But the windows behind all the curtains are dark, and behind every curtain there's a horror story. My closet is a punk to look at too. That's what my brain tells me. But really, fear doesn't need windows and doors. It truly works from the inside. Srsly. And I always get scared when there's hours and hours of night left. And sometimes when I'm laying in my bed I wonder what my eyes look like. Uneasy? Haunted? Some nights I hug my pillow cause the fear is cranked up. Past terror. Past panic. I guess its simple, nothing to fear but fear itself. I like to think like I'm five feet away and looking at me, at this girl sitting on a bed... And I can see she's not under attack. There is no danger. And I can see that fear is the thing. Its just fear. One time, back in the school dayz, I remember walking behind some girls. And one of them said, "I am so upset, I am just so upset! And the thing that upsets me the most is that I'm so upset!" And I remember thinking, how stupid is that.. If you don't want to be upset, just stop being upset. And now my stupid scary daydreams are like the same thing. Its like being upset because you're upset. It keeps feeding itself. And then it gets you to feed it. And then you just have to stop it. I have to stop it. Brooke, will never be scared of the dark before going to bed ever again. Cross my heart.

There are two types of people who work out. There are those that don't talk about it on facebook. And then there are the worst people in the world.

You know your tired when you forget you've already put shampoo in your hair, and then go to put more in.