I'm thinking about this weird dream I had last night that in retrospect is making me sort of sad. I won't go too into it, but there were two major events in the dream. Firstly, the girl who I like (who is straight so far as I know) said (not in so many words) that she was bi. The other big thing was, I cut off all my hair (something I've been wanting to do for ages in real life) and I totally freaked about it--like, had a tantrum at my mom, who did the cutting, for not doing it right.
My God, I haven't been on this site in ages. But I was digging for a post I'd made somewhere at sometime about a particular thing, and holy shit here it was, still! Which got me back on the site, which got me reading through some old stuff of mine, some stuff of people I know/knew. I've got (unbelievably bad) poetry on this site from 12 years ago. It's unbelievable, really, just how much of my life from age 15 to 24 is here. And how deadly real it all was at the time.
I wrote this long entry and pressed a button and it all dissapreared. 0_0 My computer sux. But it dosen't really matter.
Today I felt like a little kid. It's great. The world seems so magical and new when you're little. So I just sort of let all logic go and went back to that.
It would be so awesome if I could have a room where all of the furniture was designed big so it made me feel little again. Mabye I can do that some day. I'd hang all sorts of colourful decorations around the room, and I'd do things that I did when I was little. A room of nostaliga. Wouldn't that rock?