Terça-feira 18 Nov 2008, 14h:42

i enjoy sleeping; i get to do whatever i want, be wherever i want, everything is inconsequential, everything is infinite. if dying meant dreaming forever, id be dreaming right now.

reality is boring. sometimes i even think im dreaming when im awake.
i say things, blunt.
i do things, impulsive.
i forget that this real world is full of irony. and not the type that is interesting and irreversible in dreams.

this world is full of awkward people.
awkward, a socially produced feeling.

i cant remember my dreams.
cant remember my memories.
action/reaction.
we aren't meant for anything more.