Monday, 8 August 2011

sorrow's in my honey, in my milk

So we had national day celebrations today. It was as good as school celebrations get I guess (read: not very). I've been having strange dreams that I really enjoy in sleep and in the first few seconds of consciousness but after that and for the rest of the bloody day they are disturbing and unsettling just like a fucking stanley kubrick film. I honestly think his ghost is directing my dreams.

I'm really tired of everything right now. I think I need to cry or something. Never been good at that.


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