A few nights ago I had a dream that I was at the edge of a building. I felt myself crying. Most people look down, anxiety ridden in movies you see. They're contemplating taking their lives into their own hands, but me, I was looking up. I looked up`at the sky. I remember trying to find consellations. I remember looking at the stars and then falling. I layed down in the air and looked up in the stars and didn't ever hit the ground. It made me think about life, I love dreams like that I suppose.
What was I doing around this time last night? I wish life had a replay button.
For once, I took advantage of what was right there in front of me. Loss of self control, yes. But am I dissapointed? Not in the least bit. Maybe a little bit with you because you'll never be serious and you don't show people who sweet you actually are. I don't know if we both wish it, but I honestly do, I wish I was yours I think I always have and for some reason I always play hard to get with you. You wanted to know how I felt? Thats it right there.
I'm having a "I want to die moment" right now.
I am sleep deprived and in pain.
Fetal position with my eyes closed in the dark.
No pun intended.
Today, almost everythng I said was followed by, "no pun intended" or "thats kinky". Two totally awkward and funny things to say. Its reminds me of like eighth grade when saying "in bed" after everything was funny. Which it still is, well maybe not to you. I don't suffer from multiple personality disorder, just multiple age disorder. I have like flashbacks from different ages. Its cool.
Don't you hate laughing when your abs already hurt and you feel like you're going to crap your intestines out? A little too graphic, but for real.
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