ugh.
i keep having these weird dreams, where i can remember the whole thing towards the end. The weird thing is that more often than not they are coming true..well, in some ways at least. I keep having these dreams of relapse, and that hasn't happened yet, so im at least glad about that. But the cops and that whole extravaganza want exactly as my dream did the night before. and the never-ending nightmare that was work last night...its all real. And i keep having these dreams about people that i haven't seen in the past few days, not to name any names...But my dreams have become so exhausting that i cannot get out of bed after them, and my heart continues to race. They all have a reoccurring theme of helplessness, repetition, and mistakes in judgment...I don't know. I don't know what i'm doing, in the words of bright eyes, I feel free but a little but empty, and i haven't been left to my own devices in such a long time...I want to apologize, or do something nice, or...i don't know.
well, i wish you all luck in your exploits, I hope your all getting along just fine...good luck to Eric, sorry dude, i wish i saw the flashes, fuck. Im not gonna talk about other stuff on here cause it wouldn't be right. maybe we'll talk soon, my dreams say so, anyway.
well, i wish you all luck in your exploits, I hope your all getting along just fine...good luck to Eric, sorry dude, i wish i saw the flashes, fuck. Im not gonna talk about other stuff on here cause it wouldn't be right. maybe we'll talk soon, my dreams say so, anyway.