My dreams have gone a little overboard lately. One was with the lead singer of this band. We made out for hours upon end then when we finally stopped, I tried to give him my number and I couldn't even think straight enough to write anything down. He dissed me and walked out. Even though the end sucked, I still woke up a bit...euphoric. Last night's, it was almost as if I was watching a video of myself with cuts and bruises all over my face and arms...and I was talking to myself saying that I'd gotten in a couple fights, slit my own wrists, and turned into a complete psycho-slut. (Which is ridiculous considering I'm a pacifist and I'm saving sex for marriage.) What the hell is going on inside my head? Lol.
