note to self: do not read about bridges, jumpers and think about former and existing friends before going to sleep! it'll not end good. right now i'm trying to shake the feeling that this dream wasn't for real, but actually a work of my screwed fiction-mind. dang!
brain-spin and a love for now compared to June last year. i still have the black and grey clouds, but destructive spirals has been somewhat eliminated. gawd i've met some weird people, and prolly been considered the weird one by some (or lots), but i can safely say i love not living in my home town anymore. wherever i may be, i have no love for that city what so ever, and when it comes to the citizens of it, i think i, approx, miss about 10 or so. you know who you are. as for many others, i'm so glad i don't know you anymore, or have to see you whenever i go anywhere. i have never met so many loose mouths in my life as i've done these last years. not even in high school! sometimes it's ok to have a loose mouth but ffs make sure what comes out of it is in fact, at least, close to the truth.
ok, no more negative things. except that i don't have a matress on my bed in my London-flat. lovely. rented furnished, gets no matress. seems legit. :/ ouch and ouch.
ok, off to M & S or Pret for some grub before school. ta-ta.
What happened sweeetheart? Did you have bad dreams?
SvaraRadera