more thinking
CAUTION: the following might sound emo. IT”S NOT. I’m not emo and I hate emo. I just started wondering about this at 2 am. You may continue.
Two night ago I had two dreams. One was that Mr. Haase left me in charge of a play and everything was going wrong. Don’t remember much from thin dream. The second dream was at my house (Don’t remember full details about his one. I just remember that Brain was at my house and he was trying to make amends and he wrote a letter in a notebook and handed it to me. I set aside because I wanted to read it later when I was alone. Mr. Haase was at my house leaving and putting on a jacket that was too small on him. He was getting in to Mr. M truck and he was telling me to take care of the show./ I go back inside and head to my room. My room was dig and bright (If you seen my room you know it is dark and cramped) and I was holding auditions for Ted Karber’s play in my room but that was changed. And I had to tell a girl who was waiting there that the auditions aren’t until next month. As I am exiting the room there is a not under the light switch from Brian. That is all I can remember from that dream. That lead me to wondering why Brian and I hated each other so much. I don’t fucking remember. I asked Val that tonight in front of MR. M and he said that it was because we are so much alike. I would beg to differ but maybe I ‘m just being prejudice. I don’t know and I don’t care. I’m tired of all this shit. I tired of not knowing and not caring. I’m tired of just letting thing go by because I’m too lazy and don’t give a shit. I have too much time to think.
Two night ago I had two dreams. One was that Mr. Haase left me in charge of a play and everything was going wrong. Don’t remember much from thin dream. The second dream was at my house (Don’t remember full details about his one. I just remember that Brain was at my house and he was trying to make amends and he wrote a letter in a notebook and handed it to me. I set aside because I wanted to read it later when I was alone. Mr. Haase was at my house leaving and putting on a jacket that was too small on him. He was getting in to Mr. M truck and he was telling me to take care of the show./ I go back inside and head to my room. My room was dig and bright (If you seen my room you know it is dark and cramped) and I was holding auditions for Ted Karber’s play in my room but that was changed. And I had to tell a girl who was waiting there that the auditions aren’t until next month. As I am exiting the room there is a not under the light switch from Brian. That is all I can remember from that dream. That lead me to wondering why Brian and I hated each other so much. I don’t fucking remember. I asked Val that tonight in front of MR. M and he said that it was because we are so much alike. I would beg to differ but maybe I ‘m just being prejudice. I don’t know and I don’t care. I’m tired of all this shit. I tired of not knowing and not caring. I’m tired of just letting thing go by because I’m too lazy and don’t give a shit. I have too much time to think.