The trick is to realize that you're dreaming in the first place, you have to recognize it. You have to be able to ask yourself; "hey man, is this a dream?"...
Everyone knows, fun rules.
Seems like everyone's sleep-walking through their waking state or wake-walking through their dreams.
I'm depressed. I have no real friends here. I have a couple buddies that I go to the bar with on occasion, and a couple women that I see once in a while. But I don't know whether or not it's part of growing up or what, but I have no friends. It's fucking depressing me right now. Tomorrow I'll be right as rain I'm sure, but for now; I'm not pleased.
I miss you.
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Trust me -- if anyone knows how you feel, it's me.
Going back doesn't sound right though. So, what is?
Fuck P.G. it's the place where people stay to die. They don't even go here to leave their remains in a sacred area. They get cut down in the youth due to addiction and pointless, seemingly good ideas. Prince George is an addiction. When I leave, I'll be in the same place as you jut probably not the same area code.
You have me. That can't be much consolation but it makes me feel better.
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