I guess that's how it goes... a good thing and a bad thing.

Couple nights ago, I had a semi-good dream. This morning, I had a bad dream.

It made me sad, and tired, and for a second, I was worried. About him. Because he wasn't there anymore, and I didn't like that.

I don't even know why i'm even thinking about it now, but still, i am. Other stuff happened, I know, and it didn't exactly fit, but it did. A music video for death? not as strange as it may seem i guess. Hell, my layout is (in my opinion) an art representation of death.

I don't want to think anymore, and i've found that i don't like my resolutions. not that i don't plan on doing them, or try to do them, i just don't like them any more for reasons i do not wish to explain.

And i'm upset because I screwed up Karen's dinner thing. I'm sorry, I know i'm a screw up and i make a mess of your plans. I don't do them on purpose.

I'm tired of thinking. Today I thought about my scars, and how i could try and reopen them. I won't, but our knives at work are so sharp and new and while i was cutting potatoes i cut part of my nail (not in the food though). It's because i was tired, and i was tired because of my dream. my bad dream.

i'm having a tired day, and hopefully it'll go away.

i know that this may sound like i'm depressed, i'm not. I'm just having a crappy day.

sorry, i'll stop now.