So many thoughts going through my head right now. So many emotions pulsing their way through me. Confusion taking place. Again. I hate being here. Having so much time to think. But when I'm out, that gives me a new atmosphere, which allows me to think on a different level. And question the world, and my myself, again and again. I keep having this one dream. And it's annoying, I always wake up before the splat. Which is probably a good thing, I think. I wish I could feel that kind of adrenaline, the kind I can feel pulsing through my veins in my dream. A serious shot of it. How can I?
Home alone. Best thing in the world. Seriously. No mother to push me around, or get on my back or to harass me. Freedom. Well, in a sense. The silence aching my ears, but relieving at the same time. I wake up, I'm alive. And that's the best thing to wake up to. In my reality it is, anyway.
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