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Oct. 2nd, 2013 09:54 amMy dreams are weird lately. They alternate between scenes of terror and moments of comfort. The other night it felt a bit like a video game, where I kept playing scenarios over and over trying to get out - or at least to keep myself from being shot by this dude stalking me over a laptop.
Things go slowly.
There's this song, I dance to at the club whenever the DJs play it. American Trash. It's great. But I heard it a couple weeks ago, and I was watching the video and it has made me sad ever since. (Specifically the part around 2:45-3:05 I guess) Every time I think I'm going to start going through all the photos I brought back from my father's place, I see this in my head and I just have to stop.
Because really. What are we anymore.
I'm glad it is getting colder. It feels okay to be sad when it is cold.
Things go slowly.
There's this song, I dance to at the club whenever the DJs play it. American Trash. It's great. But I heard it a couple weeks ago, and I was watching the video and it has made me sad ever since. (Specifically the part around 2:45-3:05 I guess) Every time I think I'm going to start going through all the photos I brought back from my father's place, I see this in my head and I just have to stop.
Because really. What are we anymore.
I'm glad it is getting colder. It feels okay to be sad when it is cold.