But then again I don't remember you.
I dreamed about her again. But this time I couldn't remember what happened in my dream. I forgot it all. The moment I remembered what I had dreamed about, it vanished. Never to be known. A mystic fog. -insert dramatic metaphor-. Yeah. I'm over it. She signed on AIM last night, maybe that's why the memory of her crawled its way into my unconscious. She's been on AIM for three nights in a row now. Who else could she be talking to? That's not my place anymore. I see people in love and it's so cute and adorable. I wish I had something like that. Maybe I wouldn't toss and turn so much in bed. Maybe I wouldn't have this blog in the first place, lol. Who knows, who cares... I wish I could whole-heartedly agree with that statement, but I know I will always care about finding someone. I wish it didn't bother me so, but it gnaws away at my heart every night when I lay in bed alone.
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