it's been getting to me. alot. obviousely, as i'm writing about it. and i'm saying it not right after one of these dreams. augh. i dunno. it's like... because of stuff that happened beacuse of that, i'm in a place where that wouldn't have happened. and it's like "OK! i'm ready to come back! i'm in a place where i want to be there again!" but alas, it's not to be...
i should put togeather my night stand. i moved out. i need to move in. not just to the apartment, but to the new-version of my life.