manic monday.

second night in a row.
that i have woken up from a horrific dream.
scenarios that i wouldnt wish on anyone.
well maybe except the really bastard-ish type of people lar.
hmmmm.






it wasnt like a full-blast dream.
it was more like a 10-second scene.
short but really powerful.
and shitty.
hmmmm.




why are we so afraid of death?
and the death of our loved ones?
fuck man.
or is it just me?



phew.
ward around in 45 minutes.
let's not have nightmares there.




jom!