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To be up this early is usually un-called for, but my conscience seemed to wake me right out of a dream where I was singing a duet with Celine Dion.
Even someone like me hates those moments right before you fall asleep. The ones where you are alone with your thoughts, with nothing to distract you from the lucidity of your fears and anxiety over what the future might bring. I'm such a dreamer. I'm almost never one with reality. Ever.
I could write a million songs about spring in Southern California. All of the fresh face-lifts and breast implants popping up like tulips in my mom's garden. It's quite refreshing.
Anyways. Tonight after I recover from the nightmare I woke up from, I'm going to comment to every entry on my friends page to make up for my absence. I promise.
Even someone like me hates those moments right before you fall asleep. The ones where you are alone with your thoughts, with nothing to distract you from the lucidity of your fears and anxiety over what the future might bring. I'm such a dreamer. I'm almost never one with reality. Ever.
I could write a million songs about spring in Southern California. All of the fresh face-lifts and breast implants popping up like tulips in my mom's garden. It's quite refreshing.
Anyways. Tonight after I recover from the nightmare I woke up from, I'm going to comment to every entry on my friends page to make up for my absence. I promise.