day 24: so i imagine my heart with you...
woke up at 7:50 this morning from a dream where some crazy trick was trying to kill me and louis. earlier in that same dream, he and i were eating meat and watching a st. patrick's day parade. we were watchign it from my grandmother's house and i ate like a whole chicken, and louis was eating some pork think. he hit me for letting him eat meat and i was just thinking it's not my job to keep you a vegetarian. we bought some things at target and the crazy chick was after us. and she was sending facebook invites to people, and when they got to the event, she was going to kill them all. louis and i were hiding in my dad's patio, then when she was coming for us, i kept whispering for him to jump the fence and run. i woke up, still afraid for some reason.
couldn't go back to sleep. texted louis to tell him i love him.
decided to write my violation story, which we're sharing on tuesday. and i couldn't i got two paragraphs in and realized i just couldn't tell the story. it wasn't this hard to do last time. god, my head is such a cloudy mess, that i don't really like to think about it at all. it makes my mind get all fuzzy and ugly. i can't organize my thoughts, can't listen to all of them at once, can't weigh one voice against the other, can't put it in story format. can't tell you what happened in chronological order. all i know is that when i read this entry and this entry, it doesn't sound right. i mean, that's what happened, but it's just.. you know how there are 3 billion ways to tell the same story, and while all of them could be technically correct, they just don't feel right? or something?
i feel sick. i'll try again later.
couldn't go back to sleep. texted louis to tell him i love him.
decided to write my violation story, which we're sharing on tuesday. and i couldn't i got two paragraphs in and realized i just couldn't tell the story. it wasn't this hard to do last time. god, my head is such a cloudy mess, that i don't really like to think about it at all. it makes my mind get all fuzzy and ugly. i can't organize my thoughts, can't listen to all of them at once, can't weigh one voice against the other, can't put it in story format. can't tell you what happened in chronological order. all i know is that when i read this entry and this entry, it doesn't sound right. i mean, that's what happened, but it's just.. you know how there are 3 billion ways to tell the same story, and while all of them could be technically correct, they just don't feel right? or something?
i feel sick. i'll try again later.