Grargh

I have never been so fucking goddamn full of rage in my fucking goddamn life.
I don’t really choose to discuss things on the Internet that will surely come back to bite me in the ass eventually, so I won’t, but I’m still so fricking angry that I want to cry.
I don’t know what I’ve just done, whether or not I’ve really just walked out, but with a face angrier than even toothbrushing could induce, I assume my intentions were clear.
STOP TREATING ME LIKE I’M STUPID.

All I Have To Do Is Dream

I think that one of my favourite things is sleeping when somebody else is in the room.
I don’t know why, and considering that waking up with someone else in the room (someone that is asleep, and therefore someone that I can’t really disturb) is one of my least favourites.
I don’t think that it even matters whether or not they are paying attention to me, and who would know anyway when you’re submerged in REM.
Maybe it’s also why I like sharing my bed with my butterball of a Labrador, even though she takes up ridiculous amounts of space, and somehow finds the most ridiculous shapes to occupy.

In general, I think that I sleep alot. Maybe too much. Probably too much.
I usually sleep alone, but sometimes I just want to feel like someone is there, even if I’m not in a position to even care who it is.

Hahah, I sound cool. It’s true, though, I am cool.