tea ti mi guitta...
I woke up at five a.m. with my heart aching so badly I thought I'd die. Another dream of course, with a surreal quality that makes me flinch to remember it. I dreamed about Matt, he evil heartbreaking bastard of an ex-best friend, getting "back in touch" through the internet, of all things. A very odd website called Domiciels, which , I was emailed a link to anonymously, and then got on there to discover it was his... sort of. Lt's just say the dream wasn't scary, or even really disturbing, just painful in a "hey, Gab's subconcious hasn't ripped her heart ot and bought back all those ugly, self=abusive memories in a while, let's do it!" kind of way.
*grumblecussgrowl*
I hate the change of seasons. I hat allergies that congest me to the point where my brain is running on deprived oxygen (hey, that's what it feels like) to the point where I wake up grouchy and depressed and irritated with the skin I live in. And right now, more than anything, I miss my familiar ghost.
"one step, I make an imprint
two steps is commitment
three steps, I'm not done yet
you're my only goal
and the pace is set..."
*grumblecussgrowl*
I hate the change of seasons. I hat allergies that congest me to the point where my brain is running on deprived oxygen (hey, that's what it feels like) to the point where I wake up grouchy and depressed and irritated with the skin I live in. And right now, more than anything, I miss my familiar ghost.
"one step, I make an imprint
two steps is commitment
three steps, I'm not done yet
you're my only goal
and the pace is set..."