Sunday, January 23, 2011


Dreams are positively the weirdest things ever.

Last night, a girl said "Fuck You!" to me and I laughed in her face.
Last night, I was 11 years old and sold into child trafficking.
Last night, I escaped through a hole in a fence and cried in a bookstore on the run.
Last night, I saw him again and he was hitting on me,
but I was okay with it,
and I started to like him again.

Oh screw it,
I can let myself think about him from time to time,
but I will never go anywhere with him.

Also, I need to find someone to ask to my dance in February.

1 comment:

  1. If I remembered even a FRACTION of the weird dreams that I've had over the years, I think I'd scare myself shatless...