Well, look who did sleep after two days of being awake. thats me, i did. and i had a very weird dream that got me thinking for so long, what made me think for a very long time wasnt the dream itself only, it was the change. im used to this constant, same dreams, waking up sweaty and freaked out. dreams that have no pattern or ending. just this constant. irritating, dreams. having a different deam out of what im used to dream wasnt on my list. those repeatable dreams were always about angel. but this? it had nothing to do with her at all. nothing. at all. and that was just odd. very odd, but lets not overthink it. i mean, does it really matter that much? im sure tomorrow ill see her in my dreams again as always. but anyway, yesterday wasnt much to talk about either. just a messy, boring, lonely day. as any other day. as my days mostly are. spending time with my own. and my own only have always been one of my favorite habits. sometimes, i wish she was like me, and i mean, as lonely as i am. i wouldnt think too much about what she does or who shes with or who shes talking to, but well. my habits werent and never have been normal to even start with or to expect others to be exactly the same so i would clear my thoughts. whatever. what have you been doing, anyway? its always me talking and complaining. i dont see you speaking. is there something wrong with you, or have you mistaken this place for a diary you can stare at whenever your own life becomes too unbearable to sit through? i wouldnt blame you. god knows there are worsr things to do with your time, although. i struggle to imagine many. you know, you’re awfully quiet for someone who keeps coming back. i write, you read, and neither of us has anything worthwhile to show for it. at least im honest to admit that im wasting my time. you, on the other hand seem to make a hobby out of watching a miserable man talk to himself. howww embarrassingg for you. then again, who am i to judge? i pent two days awake, slept for a few hours, and came back with enough nonsense to fill a spage. i guess, neither of us has anything better to do.

Anyway, try doing something today. anything, really. id hate to think ive been entertaining a complete waste of oxygen. and if you have nothing to say, great. silence has always been your most interesting quality ever since i can remember.

Sincerely, Unamused