Failing With Colors
I had such a weird night of sleep. I kept going in and out of it. I had really lucid dreams that I remembered so clearly. I decided to start a dream blog. It's hard translating dreams into words, especially mine because sometimes things just happen. There's no transition or anything. I don't know if it's because I forgot something or if my mind just jumps, but it's weird.
I feel so sad writing in this thing and keeping track of all this crap. I just have a lot to say and if I don't get things out, I get worked up. Indeed we take for granted good ears that are willing to listen, but some people just can't grant you the audience that you want. I don't want to talk to certain people. I'll enjoy my nerdiness and being a recluse. I'll trap my thoughts into words, hopefully they'll reveal the key work under all of this. There has to be a method to this madness.
P.S.
Today feels like a good day.
I feel so sad writing in this thing and keeping track of all this crap. I just have a lot to say and if I don't get things out, I get worked up. Indeed we take for granted good ears that are willing to listen, but some people just can't grant you the audience that you want. I don't want to talk to certain people. I'll enjoy my nerdiness and being a recluse. I'll trap my thoughts into words, hopefully they'll reveal the key work under all of this. There has to be a method to this madness.
P.S.
Today feels like a good day.