Friday
I actually feel so much better after my emotional vomit last night. I read a paper a while ago about how keeping a journal is good for mental health. I don't think that I am exactly a shining example of good mental health, but I can attest to the benefits of it all.
There is a song out, it's called "Angel with a shotgun". I don't like it, AT ALL! I can't stand the lyrics and the message.
I've woken up singing it for the past 4 days straight. I also dreamed about vampires last night. I was stuck in a bathroom holding the door shut with my feet. They would toy with me, asking to come in, pushing on the door. One female vampire also ate Caiden. I didn't seem that upset by it, just surprised. It was more comical than anything.
"No, I can't let you in!! YOU JUST ATE A BABY!"
"Yeah well, he was just there and I was hungry. It's not exactly my fault."
There is a song out, it's called "Angel with a shotgun". I don't like it, AT ALL! I can't stand the lyrics and the message.
I've woken up singing it for the past 4 days straight. I also dreamed about vampires last night. I was stuck in a bathroom holding the door shut with my feet. They would toy with me, asking to come in, pushing on the door. One female vampire also ate Caiden. I didn't seem that upset by it, just surprised. It was more comical than anything.
"No, I can't let you in!! YOU JUST ATE A BABY!"
"Yeah well, he was just there and I was hungry. It's not exactly my fault."