Slow, slow, slow
I really don't feel like writing today, because I hate writing when I feel like shit, but whatever.
The day was fine. Spent last night getting my home exam ready, so I didn't get much sleep which is taking it's toll on me now. I've been having these strange nightmares lately with people dying left right, center. My brain seems particularly fond of one that keeps reoccuring: We're at my mom's house, celebrating the summer solstice. Everyone I know, more or less, is there. Friends, family, animals... everyone. And it's nice weather, everyone's just sitting on the lawn, eating and talking and singing. Perfect mood.
Then it changes, and all of a sudden everyone is up against the wall, being shot one after one. I'm still sitting on the grass, but I can't move. I get to watch them dying. There's not a lot of screaming or blood or anything just... one click and they fall down.
The first time I had it, I was sleeping at Jonas's sister's place. I woke up, right about ready to cry. He turned around right away, asking me what was wrong (yes, we were sleeping in the same bed, and no, nothing happened - too bad, really). At first I didn't want to tell him, but he got it out of me. It has come back a couple of times since. I'm not sure why I'm writing about this.
Other than too little sleep, I also found out we're having two more Italian exams, one social studies quiz and one more big-ass psychology assignment in the very near future. Yay gay.
ETA: I'm such a sucker for icons. I now have 15. I don't need 15, but I have them. :D
The day was fine. Spent last night getting my home exam ready, so I didn't get much sleep which is taking it's toll on me now. I've been having these strange nightmares lately with people dying left right, center. My brain seems particularly fond of one that keeps reoccuring: We're at my mom's house, celebrating the summer solstice. Everyone I know, more or less, is there. Friends, family, animals... everyone. And it's nice weather, everyone's just sitting on the lawn, eating and talking and singing. Perfect mood.
Then it changes, and all of a sudden everyone is up against the wall, being shot one after one. I'm still sitting on the grass, but I can't move. I get to watch them dying. There's not a lot of screaming or blood or anything just... one click and they fall down.
The first time I had it, I was sleeping at Jonas's sister's place. I woke up, right about ready to cry. He turned around right away, asking me what was wrong (yes, we were sleeping in the same bed, and no, nothing happened - too bad, really). At first I didn't want to tell him, but he got it out of me. It has come back a couple of times since. I'm not sure why I'm writing about this.
Other than too little sleep, I also found out we're having two more Italian exams, one social studies quiz and one more big-ass psychology assignment in the very near future. Yay gay.
ETA: I'm such a sucker for icons. I now have 15. I don't need 15, but I have them. :D