Today I dreamed of sleeping. It was exhilarating. A cool rush of absolutely nothing flowing through my thoughts. No dreams, worries, cares, friendships, goals, or sadness. Just sleep.
Trying to figure out if I was actually alive when I woke up was interesting, to say the least.
I'm going to start taking pictures. Not because I feel like I want to be artsy or talented. I'm just too fucking lazy to keep describing things. That way, the only things I need to waste my time talking about are my actually thoughts, not descriptions or the shitty surroundings I've been placed in.
I saw Cindy only once today. It was in the morning. I looked like a washed up piece of shit. Her beauty is unmentionable.
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