thegirlofmydreams
So I fell in love with the girl of my dreams.
Quite literally.
I dreamt of a girl who hated me. We hated one another. And we fell in love.
A girl. In my dream.
My life begs to be re-examined. I do not believe I am sane anymore.
Or was I ever?
It bugs me to think that the police once sought to use my blog against me. I was reading Saffron's recent post and it struck me.
It's making me afraid to carry on about my insanity. What with the whole declaration at the beginning of this blog about telling the pigs to fuck off too.
Nonetheless, I woke up with the intense need to listen to Bright Eyes. Two exams tomorrow, time to hit the books.
There are some people out there I miss a lot. I really hope I can make up for what I've done to their lives.