For the most part my dreams are pretty forgettable and, as near as I can tell, pointless. Occasionally however my mind decides to fuck with me and really give me something to chew on. Every once in a while I have the dreams that I never want to wake from. For a brief instant inbetween waking up and still being in the dream you have the most incredible feeling of wholeness and happiness. Then of course I'm awake and want nothing more than to be back in the dream or to be dead.
For some reason I relate to the Fight Club quotes at times like this, the little excerpt "I wanted to breathe smoke." Just keeps coming back to me, I haven't seen the movie in a while so maybe its all in my head but the way he says that hits how I feel on the head. Its not self-pity, but its the first word that comes to mind.
This summer definetly sucks ass.
For some reason I relate to the Fight Club quotes at times like this, the little excerpt "I wanted to breathe smoke." Just keeps coming back to me, I haven't seen the movie in a while so maybe its all in my head but the way he says that hits how I feel on the head. Its not self-pity, but its the first word that comes to mind.
This summer definetly sucks ass.