dear nightmares,
if you could please stop haunting me?
that would be fantastic.
thank you for curing me of my
ridiculous obsession with love.
those were the words i woke up to
on this fine sunday morning.
i attempted to recollect my nightmare
to make sense of it...
but all i could manage were voices.
faces.
moments.
feelings.
but no story.
nothing to grab a hold of.
i awoke with this... awful feeling.
it wasn't sadness or anger.
i can't pin point the word for it.
but it was there,
as it is most mornings now-a-days.
it fades but it always comes back
every morning.
dad says i should start writing again.
like. a novel.
which i haven't done in a long time.
maybe i'll start again. finish my last project.
i don't know.
dad says i should start writing again.
like. a novel.
which i haven't done in a long time.
maybe i'll start again. finish my last project.
i don't know.
i'm currently chatting with kyle on gmail.
just chatting.
it's nice.
of course there's things i want to say but...
i know that there's no point.
so i will just keep it to myself.
how do i know?
i told him about my possible plans of moving to florida...
and he didn't seem to care.
i know now.
i'm possibly seeing jamie tonight
if she ever calls me back.
she invited me to a movie.
we'll see.
mackenzie gets off work at seven pm.
and tomorrow...
i go to monroe.
alone.
for the first time.
i am more than excited to see stephanie.
she'll help me.
i can do this.
orbis terrarum est mei.
