i'll write about this now before i forget.

i had the weirdest dream, and the evil emo was in it. so in my dream, i was chatting with EE and i think i said i was busy or something like that. then my obnoxious sister opened the front door wide open, and there he was! EE was parked in front of my house where that big annoying tree is. so anyway, for some reason, we ended up at a church (not the one i go to but somewhere else i don't know). then, 2 minutes later, we were back at my house and before he left, he said, "here, it's yours." he gave me this square laptop, which i thought looked pretty odd, but i didn't care cuz it was free and it was a sony vaio. then he said i should give him a call cuz apparently it was password protected and i had to ask him for the password. what i still don't understand is why didn't i just ask for it when we were talking, but anyways. i don't know why but i didn't believe him so i was like, uh okay...whatever. then when i tried to log on, the internet suddenly got disconnected, and so i thought, blahh...now i have to call him. i was about to, but then i woke up with a bloody nose.

i'm guessing this has something to do with "communicating," which i find quite annoying sometimes, but whatever. i have to admit it breaks me a little, but it doesn't really kill me, so if i have to do it, fine, i'll "communicate" then maybe choke on my own vomit later.

i wish people could just read my mind so i wouldn't have to talk to anyone. they could just look me in the eye and know exactly what i want to tell them. so then there wouldn't be any secrets, i wouldn't have to explain myself. i hate when i start talking and can't stop, and i end up feeling sick. then i know i'm broken. i hate it. it's like drinking a can of redbull half an hour before soils, then falling asleep in class 40 minutes after the professor started blabbing about dirt. it's very disappointing.