Hmmm....took a quiz today from Annie's blog (I'd paste it, but Im not quite sure how and I'm too lazy to figure it out) It was about what sign of the black zodiac I am. Some deep stuff there. I'm the eleventh sign- The bound woman. Here, I shall type what it says:
You are truly pained, born with a severe case of spinabifida, you spent your life in a metal contraption to restric movement. Eventually the pain got so bad, you lost your mind and suffered an agonizing death. Now i hll, with popped eyeball spilling sizzling blood, you screech through darkened halls, bestowing your very painful fate on others, over and over again. You are the eleventh sign of the Black Zodiac.
Hm, well. That was enlightining. Thanks for telling me that I have spinabifida (which I learned about in Biology- its a genetic mutation) Its something I certainly didn't notice.
Okay, okay, its more metaphorical, I know. In fact, as far as it goes, I find it a rather true statement. I find I spend a lot of time listening to other people's problems and fears and stuff, while there's no one for me to talk to. Actually, I probbly could talk to some people, but I feel as though they wouldn't be able to help me. I constantly feel (and act) like the only person who can help me is me, and if I want or need something I have to get it myself, b/c telling other people will mess things up. Which is why I find this deep. Sometimes I really want to be to other people "hey, I know u got problems, but my life isn't as easy as I pretend it is, so deal with your own problems for a while while I deal wih mine" but I cant say that, b/c I am caring, and I do like finding solutions to problems (too bad some people don't listen to me if I find them half the time) But I don't think I sit in hell and impress m fate upon the inocents. Sry to disappoint.
Just as another little thing- I happened to notice that its the eleventh sign. Eleven is the weirdest number to me. Don'tknow why- but I notice wierd stuff happens to me on the eleventh (not the thirteenth, see below) and eleven randoml shows up in things that are life altering to me. Okay, now I'm being hypocritical superstitious. I am done. Hasta luego. . .