All i wanted was my bubble tea, that's about it.

Pictures, they speak a thousand words. That is why all the more people would misinterpret situations. Cause words don't mean a thing to me anymore. A photo is left cause its memories, be it just plainly a memory or something someone holds on to.

I hate screwing with my own mind, hate being so low. As i pass each day waking up having another dream, its horrible. Though its not a nightmare always and just merely a dream, its quite disturbing having them every night for almost two months now. I wake up each morning horribly aching and still really tired. I can barely remember the situations last night.