torihoney

sometimes you look into other people's lives and see a situation you covet, and sometimes you look into other people's lives and breathe a sigh of relief and think "thank fuck that's not my life." guess i'm looking to do more of the latter these days.

i need to keep a real, paper journal.. i'm sure someday i might be able to pull writing ideas from it, if for no other reason than i forget a lot of random things that seem really important, if just for a few fleeting moments.

i had a dream that i was jason falkner's girlfriend the other night. then i woke up and had to pee, so i did so very nonchalantly, trying not to get fixated on getting right back to sleep, so i could attempt to get back into the dream. i hate being interrupted during a dream that i am aware of, because i rarely ever remember my dreams. does that mean that my subconcious is severely underutilized?

do you ever look around sometimes and take stock of your life and feel truly alone? talking about one's situation rarely solves much, at least not tangibly.. so why is it that you seek others out to try and figure out how to solve things? strange.