Honestly, I’m damn near at the point of being over this. There’s no being happy for me. As soon as the idea of smiling enters my mind something pops up to completely ruin that for me. I don’t know what the fucking point of trying is.
I hate everyone and everything.
I haven’t had a nightmare since grade school. This shit ain’t cool. But I wish I knew what it meant. Here goes:
I was at a pool alone but then an old friend (who is currently gaining fame musically) came with a gang of people. I know not who those people were. Anywho despite the fact that in real life I probably would no longer talk to him, we were having a conversation which lead to him asking me to wear his necklace while he swam. Weird looking thing had a box at the end and was old I believe. Although I don’t recall him swimming in the dream but I could be wrong. Well somehow I ended up inside of somewhere again, alone. But it felt as if someone was with me this time. I attempted to turn on lights but some were not working. So when I tried to hurry and try the closet light something from the bookcase next to the closet began to pull at the necklace lifting my entire body to come with.
Needless to say I woke the hell up! What the fuck was that!?