Last night, my two friends (lets call the one Momo) and Phil were texting me. I was telling them both scary stories at like, 1am. It was extremely scary... I was all set to have nightmares. I was actually kind of looking forward to the sensation of being scared out of my wits due to irrational fears placed in my head by spooky stories in my dreams. Where I can't escape.
No dreams came.
Not. A. Single. One.
See, now normal people would be glad not to have been scared into tears, but I'm the exact opposite. I'm extremely upset that I did not receive the fright and the terror. I didn't wake up screaming in the middle of the night. Nothing. I didn't even spend time tossing and turning like usual.
WHAT'S WRONG WITH ME? :(
While I was reading some of the stories, they scared me to the point of tears. Where did that sensation go?
Being scared is kind of like a high for me, and I want to experience it all over again. Although, unless if I want to be an addict to the chemicals in my brain that give me that "scared" sensation, I'd better hold off.
~* le sigh* ~
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