It just hit me.. All the things that happened in my life.. It was always during that time of year.. The weird dreams are back... The old buried stuff always comes back.. Reminds me of the Ghost of Christmas Past.. Didn't think it was such a sub-con thing.. Sometimes I just forget all the things I've been through.. I still know them.. Felt them.. But always at this point of time the time of Unrest come.. Although I've already change so much I don't know how things will turn up.. Don't know this strange darkness that haunts me..
Oh Got I hate This Time of Year
Sometimes I really wonder if I know myself..
I'm just afraid of myself..
F.E.A.R - If the fear of God is the beginning of wisdom, what of the fear of self?