I keep having weird dreams; maybe if I shoot myself in the brain, they'll stop.
Since I know all of you Domino citizens are so interested in my daily life, here is what I did:
Slept.
Drank.
Slept.
Drank some more...
And maybe that is why my day has seemed like a complete and utter success. I'm satisfied, at least.
I feel like going to Ireland today; maybe I should go.
I've been having trouble sleeping; it seems like no matter how many drugs I fucking force down my throat to sleep, I still end up thinking about it.
...Why do I even fucking care? It was a dream-a very bad dream-and I need to quit thinking about it. Yet, even drinking doesn't make it stop. I still see Ryou's hallway and Host there, clinging onto my sleeve, not willing to let go.
Maybe if I just leave and get away from this place, I'll be able to quit thinking about such disgusting things.I need to stop and just drop everything and get the fuck out of this apartment.
I've been contemplating it for a while now, but really; should I move? I wonder if that is the alcohol talking; I've had so much I am not fucking sure.