2269: The Wretched
As though to taunt me about my last post, I had a horrible dream that Charles stopped liking me. Just, out of the blue, and somewhat like my past break-ups. It was--as usual--difficult to process and painful enough that I still refuse to go into details about something so pointless.
I did, however, dream about a cool plot thing that, unfortunately, got to a really good climactic point right when Charles woke me up. By now, I've forgotten most of the details, except that it had to do with opening a door with a cheek [FACE cheek] tattoo. I guess that's been sort of done before, though =p
Definitely depressed, though. The "in general" kind, mostly about life... you know, the kind where you might wake up one day and realize how little you've done, that kind. I have really no drive to do anything, though, which really gets me.
I did, however, dream about a cool plot thing that, unfortunately, got to a really good climactic point right when Charles woke me up. By now, I've forgotten most of the details, except that it had to do with opening a door with a cheek [FACE cheek] tattoo. I guess that's been sort of done before, though =p
Definitely depressed, though. The "in general" kind, mostly about life... you know, the kind where you might wake up one day and realize how little you've done, that kind. I have really no drive to do anything, though, which really gets me.