Holy Shit what a dream i had last night!! not a good one pretty crappy, covered in symbolism and stuff, I was in my old apartment, but it was now overlooking the street. I invited my brother to stay there while he studied. things came to a head over something stupid and we had a fight... i kicked him out into the rain, he left, and then i realised i was wrong, fucked up, but i wouldnt go out to tell him to come back in, i thought he'd give in... HE didnt and he left and i ran trying to find a window to look out to make sure that he was safe... God it was fucked up the feeling of helplessness just because i wouldnt get past my pride.
There was a story we used be told when we were in primary school near christmas "The Matchstick girl" she was out on the street selling matchsticks, but it grew so cold she huddled away and used the matchsticks for warmth, but eventually they ran out and she died, THATS what i remimber... That story used freak me the fuck out... still does truth be told.
There was a story we used be told when we were in primary school near christmas "The Matchstick girl" she was out on the street selling matchsticks, but it grew so cold she huddled away and used the matchsticks for warmth, but eventually they ran out and she died, THATS what i remimber... That story used freak me the fuck out... still does truth be told.