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I haven’t even started working yet and I’m frustrated. I took a look at part of the good copy I wrote last night for my statistics assignment and saw things I should rephrase. I’m so tired. I’m going to go crazy, if I haven’t already.
The other night I was crying in my dream. Eventually I curled up in Steven’s arm’s and said, “why? Why? It hurts…” and I put my hands over my eyes. It went dark and that’s when I woke up. I gasped and started to cry for real. Although, who says crying in your dreams is any less real than crying physical tears?
Your subconscious is crying, the poor thing.
Invisible
What do people never compliment me on… many things, really. My elbows, the creases on my fingers, the unevenness of my middle fingernail, my disgust for feet, my ankles, the way my face looks when I zone out, my sleeping habits, and other such nonsense.
What do people never seem to compliment me on, that I think they should or that most other people receive compliments for? Hm…
My smile. I feel like my smile isn’t so pretty because I have awkward teeth. I think if it were pointed out as a nice thing more often, I wouldn’t feel so self-conscious about it. But since that is not the case, I don’t feel like it’s anything special. Not that I’m completely torn up about it. It would just be nice, cha know?
Anyway, here’s a song that I’ve been listening to a lot.
