Go where you are needed, they say. Interesting to think about. I think literature needs me much more than music.
Ever since I was a child I’ve had trouble sleeping. I would make little forts with pillows around my head and try to fall asleep in them. Even when I still slept with my mother I would just lay there for hours and hours.
How peculiar one would have trouble sleeping alone. Or do I owe my who I am to sleepless nights?
Certainly, at least, I miss Rachael dearly.
I had a dream. Meteors were falling everywhere. We took cover in my garage. The city was abandoned, but all the cars were gone. On the phone there was a girl that cared for nothing more than sex with me. I sat at my old lunch table with all my friends. They all forgave me and thought I was funny. I cared for nothing more than them. I walked through the dark school to the research room. There was a great field and a brightly glowing wall like a plexiglass plane. The girl had just caught up with me when I walked through.
I love Because The Internet more and more as time goes on. I can’t believe people don’t like it.