Shouldn’t everyone right? But I especially like myself.
I’m happy. My mirror makes me happy. My handwriting makes me happy. Sleeping makes me happy. Food makes me happy. People make me happy. Dreams make me happy. My family makes me happy. Clothing makes me happy. Manga makes me happy. Music makes me happy. My thoughts make me happy. The future makes me happy. I am overly happy. And I love myself to a point where I can’t look down anymore.
Happy thoughts make me happy. There are so much to look forward to. I can’t wait.
They are my portal out of reality. They make my day. I have such intense vivid dreams that make it as if I can feel every single emotion/feeling that happens. I can feel pain, hunger, fear, nervousness, and love.
Lately I’ve been dreaming about this boy. Or guy, whatever. Last night was my third time. Each dream seems to bring me closer to him and I’m telling you, these dreams are so realistic and rational. No flying monkeys or talking chairs anywhere, I swear.
I don’t know if I like him. It may seem like so, but I think I’m pushing myself to not get my high hopes up. I don’t know if I “want” him either. Every dream just makes me feel more and more comfortable.
I hope when school starts, I can be as comfortable with him in both the dream world and in reality.