The nights repeat, the days repeat, the bitches remain and the fool withstands.
Recently I have been having semi-nightmares that I forget when I wake up. But I remembered them all today. Every day they're about the same. I go about my day normally at work and then this classic lolita bitch comes over in a jiffy, and says something fucking annoying like: "AHAA! NOW I KNOW EXACTLY WHAT YOU DO!" while looking at what I'm working on. Then she walks away and I wake up from the shock. Same dream, different night, same bitch, different colored floral dress.
Well that explains the daily tension and poor overtones to my days.
Well that explains the daily tension and poor overtones to my days.