Life is so weird.
Everything has kind of melded back to what it used to be. I like routine and monotony. .. to the point I let it drain my dreams from me. As I was so angry last post, I am back to my norm again. Because life makes sense again, despite the knowledge of knowing it will happen again at some point. It always does.
But it doesn't make perfect sense; things are still going on. Things I can't really talk about. But things nonetheless, and they're truly despicable.
I had a really, really good sex dream about my boss. I have never looked at him that way, and it is ruining my life. Part of me wants to die.
