i feel like this month, and this school year, are never going to end. i just want to get the hell out of here, and it's killing me that i can't. i'm stuck.
and i wish this damn apartment had insulation, less-drafty windows, and a working radiator =/
i woke up this morning from one of those dreams. the ones in which emotions feel so much more intense than they ever do in waking life.
i think some people probably do feel like that when they fall in love. hell, i am pretty sure i felt that, a few years ago. it's just so depressing to me that it can't feel like that every day. i hate dreaming.