Thursday, 20 January 2011

Sometimes I feel like a bit of a freak because going to bed is honestly my favorite time. I get to escape all the crap I dealt with during the day. I get to be alone in this private, warm bed of mine and drift off so I can dream whatever the hell it is that I dream. I don’t even care if it’s a nightmare because it’s not real, so nothing in it could possibly be as bad as the crazy fucker called reality.

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