if you can remember every event from your ‘drunk’ night so well to put it in a list, it wasn’t a very good night and i can be honest and say you weren’t drunk at all.
okay, i’m actually starting to believe in this whole dream interpretation shit because so far its turned out to be true.
get a load of this:
i had a dream about aliens last night..
read through my post from a few days ago.. relevant right? weird.
not even kidding, the people i’ve met on tumblr are nicer than 98% of the people i’ve met in real life.
right now i think its better to pretend to be happy and that im fine with the situation than show everyone how upset i am so they don’t hurt me even more.
shit night
today has been good:) saw my old best friend for the first time since before christmas, got my pictures for my final piece for art, bought the rest of my easter eggs, did some history revision, got a dress from a charity shop and im going to see my boyfriend later - life is on the up :)
beautiful afternoon consisting of no revision, tumblr and joy division on vinyl.
