I had a dream this morning, a rather enjoyable dream. However, I was awoken from my sleep at 6am, cutting my dream short. Grumpy, I got out of bed and dragged Rei along with me. [He had to get up for school, not me, and he's a huge bitch to wake up. BTW, Rei is in the IB Program, if you don't already know, and he isn't some shota from lower secondary. But that's a rather nice thought, isn't it? *Shotacon* ] Once he got ready, I turned towards him with sleep-addled eyes, I told him about my dream.
It was an Anime-styled dream, first that I've had that actually has me as the main female protagonist. The style was similar to that of Soul Eater. Why? Because I think I remember Death the Kid being there. Who wouldn't be able to recognize the 3 white stripes on his hair? In my dream, we were sitting on rocks in the vast sea of nothingness, or quite possibly a really misty lake, discussing about the antagonist and how we managed to evade her or how we can come up with ways to deal with her over one little comment I made a little while back.
I didn't think that little comment was much when I said it, and I don't remember it now, but the ever paranoid Death the Kid managed to think out various possibilities and solutions from that one little comment alone. Shocked and amused, I turned to my best friend, a faceless female in my dream, and told her, "I didn't think that was much when I told you." And this was where my dream stopped.
That was the most fun I've had in days, weeks, months.
That was what I told him. He turned away, clearly upset over that statement and went to wear his socks and pack his bag. "What's wrong," I asked and we attempted to talk things out. He told me, that he didn't want to see my face like that anymore, he said that was all it takes now to upset him. That face, that face with that small smile and those sad, sorrowed, empty eyes.
He's such an idiot.
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Wow, okay, apologies, I didn't mean for the prologue to be that long. Here look at this picture for a while.
Alright, I'll be frank. The reason why I'm still hesitating to blog about everything is because whatever that's happened may or may not change your impression of me. I don't want anyone to be disgusted with me and stop reading my blog because you've realized I've changed. I've definitely change within the timespan of a little over 2 months. A lot has changed.
I've lost a lot.
I remember what it was like to live without a care, to live each day having fun. It's depressing and ugly, what I've become.
Tell me, let me know, will you listen to what I have to say? Will you listen and withhold judgement? Will you continue to listen to what I will have to say in the years to come?
Will you?
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