what dreams may come.

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the night before last i dreamed that i gave a guy a blow job. it was a mix of matt ryan and like 923847398 other boys. maybe it was just a generic boy. but when i tried to remember who it was exactly, just the feeling of someone i used to know or don't remember very well came to mind. i woke up and was like "what the fuck just happened to my mind?" i also dreamed that whitney washington died and we left her body in this one room cos we were too freaked out and upset to go get her out. so we left her there and a week later we came back and the room smelled horrible and we were like OH HOLY SHIT WE LEFT WHITNEY IN THERE AND SHE IS ROTTING NOW! HOLY JESUS TITTIES.

i have fucked up dreams to the max. asspie.

i'm fucking obsessed with facebook and journals and being online. i think everyone is. that is comforting.

i don't know what to do about the current situation i am in. i kind of just want to run away and hide so i don't have to do anything about it. when i feel obligated or like people expect something out of me, i just want to run away. it's weird how i've stopped caring about if people see the truth about me. if someone thinks i'm a bitch, i just don't care now. i just let them believe it. it's so much easier this way. it's like floating in an ocean away from your worries.

i love music. thank you justin for this cd. :)

sweet jesus.