I should probably start/finish that summer English homework I have gathering dust. Sigh. And I should probably give myself more time to practice drawing more. Sigh.
I like myself.
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...
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...
Watched “The Soloist” with Jerry from 10:00 to 12:30. Then shooting stars from then to now. Ha. 28! FTW :DD