Mariella's House of Morphemes

posted at 02:34pm
current mood: paranoid
current song: Colourless Colour by La Roux

I haven’t really posted in a while… or have I? Yesterday, I couldn’t remember something and decided to check my diary to see if I had written anything about it and found a post I had written that morning about sipping lukewarm water and broken clocks. That’s all well and all except I didn’t write it. I have no memory at all of writing that post or even experiencing those events. And if you read it, you’ll see that it doesn’t even make any sense. The author says that she woke up at 5:36pm on a day that wasn’t a Tuesday, but the post was posted at 5:45am!

I think someone’s hacked into my diary or something. I’ve changed the password several times in the last 10 minutes. None of them seemed right. Finally, I settled on one that I could probably remember easily. I couldn’t help feeling, then, that if someone had possibly hacked into my diary, they were probably watching me. Watching me type this. Yes, you. I’m going to find you. And you won’t like it when I do.

posted at 05:45am
current mood: tired
current song: 24 by Jem

It’s Tuesday again. I used to hate Tuesday, but then…. Anyway, I decided to celebrate Tuesday by sipping at a glass of lukewarm water at 3:02am and pm. I set my alarm clock to 2:30am so that I would have ample time, when I woke up, to fully wake up and then prepare the glass at 2:58.

When I woke up, all of the clocks in the room showed different times. None of them were remotely close to 2:30. I decided to make my lukewarm water anyway. The sink wasn’t working. I turned on the lights so I could get a closer look. The power was out.

I woke up at 5:36pm. It wasn’t even Tuesday anymore. Was it all a dream? It had been so long since I’d remembered one that I couldn’t even tell anymore.

posted at 11:52am
current mood: calm
current song: Unwritten by Natasha Bedingfield

I’ve been writing recently. I was so consumed with boredom, the endless train of nothingness in my brain…. I just sat down at my computer and started writing. Before I knew it, a story blinked before my eyes. I was astonished. I actually wrote something? I didn’t even think I could write a blog post, much less a short story. I called it “A Little Girl And Her House“.

I think…. I think I’ll do this more often. I haven’t tried writing before and it’s very calming. While I was writing that story, all of the unwanted thoughts in my head were moved from my mind to my story. I felt…. free. Then, I looked up and saw the inside of my closet staring back at me, the darkness boring into my head. I had left the door closed earlier.

posted at 02:56pm
current mood: hungry
current song: I Am In Love With You by Imogen Heap

Today was fairly uneventful. I walk around in a circle a few times, and then the other way. Then I stopped and looked out the window. Two boys were staring back in at me. I waved, and they both jumped in shock before running away. I could’ve chased them and asked them what was wrong, but then again, I probably couldn’t. I walked over to the mirror. I looked terrible. I don’t think I slept yesterday. I can’t remember anymore. I just remember eating alphabet soup for breakfast.

posted at 03:23pm
current mood: calm
current song: Little Bird by Imogen Heap

I haven’t written here for a couple of days, so I guess I should write about yesterday. I saw a bird. It was yellow, or so I thought, until I realized that the bathroom windows hadn’t been cleaned in a while. It sang a soft, silent song which seemed lonely, somehow. Maybe birds need friends too.

The bird made me think of a photo I have on my computer. I went looking for it, but it wasn’t there. I couldn’t even find the folder. It doesn’t matter, I’ll check tomorrow. It’ll turn up eventually. It took me a week to find my password file, but in the end, I found it. In a folder that wasn’t there before. Just like the crack in the window.

posted at 06:34am
current mood: scared
current song: House of Leaves by Poe

I woke up at 6 o’clock this morning and I didn’t immediately know where I was or what had just happened. I noticed that I was hyperventilating. It’s still disconcerting, waking up with no memory of my dream, but, really, it’s for the best. At times, I can hear a growling noise from over there, no, there, anywhere and everywhere, but then I turn on the lights and it’s just my stomach, or is it the crack in the window? The wind howls outside.

I didn’t check my closet today. There was no need.

posted at 06:55pm
current mood: fearless
current song: I Don't Know You by Kate Havnevik

It’s been a long time since I wrote here. I don’t know, I seem to remember a crash—an explosion of blue. It was everywhere, like the fire, but it was only the computer and I pressed the button to turn it back on. Nothing was there anymore, stolen like the wind from a baby in the winter. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to start again, but then again, why was I doing this anyway? I clicked OK.

I’ve been feeling very Fearless recently, it’s weird. Maybe that’s why I decided to start writing here again. Hello all. Anyway, I’ve been dodging bugs, removing hot objects from the oven and I spotted something odd. An artifact of yellow. It made me sick, but I disregarded it and instead wrote this. Today’s been a rather twisted day. Anyway, I’m back.