First Entry

Live Journal pissed me off. end of story.

My journal entries will mostly be about my life as an empath.

First, this is how I describe an empath....

Someone who has the power to feel the emotions of others. Empaths often have mood swings, or are sometimes even classified as bi-polar, but it's simply the emotions of others around them. They are often the one people turn to for guidance, for their amazing ability to make people feel better, reduce their anger or depression. The bad side is, they tend to feel others emotions and confuse them as their own, and act upon them accordingly. This has a tendency to confuse others, hurt or even anger them. The life of an empath is often a lonely and depressed one.

Writing On The Ceiling.

ceil·ing/ˈsēliNG/Noun
1. The upper interior surface of a room or other similar compartment.
2. An upper limit, typically one set on prices, wages, or expenditure


How many people notice the ceiling? as a matter of fact, most of you dont even give it a second thought.

I am constantly aware of them. I hate them. they drive me nuts. I can feel them above me. A Constant feeling of something looming over my head. It is one of the reasons I like it outside so much. Inside, I'm trapped (literally) and when you add people to the mix, Im boxed in and slathered with a shit load of stimuli and others emotions.

More nights than I care to count, I lay down in bed, look up and start thinking about how much i hate ceilings. I want to see my world, not be trapped in it. It occurs to me that ceilings offer protection, but it blocks my view- it leaves me blind. So many people go through life and never even notice the ceiling! Lucky for me, with enough effort, I can close my eyes and see past the ceiling.


It's hard being the person who thinks and see beyond the ceiling.

hahah this had a point, but given the drunken nyquil stupor im in, Im going to call it a night.

Goodnight.