The dude living in the house opposite mine is sitting rather emo-ly by the sliding doors.
I feel like waving at him to cheer him up but maybe that would be too creepy.
Anyway I’ve been having a lot of nightmares for the past week. Last night’s dream in particular, I ended up revealing a lot of the horrible thoughts and feelings which I’ve been harbouring for months but have been trying to brush off because it made me feel terrible… But I guess I can’t help the way I feel. In my dream though, it didn’t feel cathartic at all to finally rant, I had just done it out of spite. Hmm. I guess my subconscious is an extremely bitchy character.