nothing quite like a stream of warm blood flowing from your nose dripping all down your face making you look like some demented wannabe vampire (not twilight sort) and staining everything in your kitchen and bathroom rug, not to mention your skin as you try wash up. Then forced to take a 3 am shower and try not wake up flatmates who all have exams... just because my body decided to malfunction... And as you try and tidy up the trail of blood you've created like a bad horror movie you still make more... And shower some more...
missed a spot
I just spent a whole 40 minutes writing out a long indepth account of my thoughts feelings why I can’t sleep, all the issues im struggling with at the present time and possible ways of overcoming them… it was very well written, took a long time, and highly rewarding! I click post… server is busy… all of it lost… a whole 40 minutes work… OUCH!
MY ANGRY LITTLE INNER VOICE
Money on it’s own is worthless, that is to say that money has only the purpose of aquiring other things, u can’t eat money and you can’t live in money, and you can’t have enjoyment from money alone, unless your a collector but then its not money as we know anymore it is an object of collection…
If you get money simply for the sake of it then you are being foolish not enjoying life. Now that isn’t to say squander and splash out at every opportunity you havto be clever to stay alive, home, food, etc, but u can justify spending money for enjoyment to enjoy life! For if you don’t enjoy life what’s the point of living it if you gain no enjoyment simply the hardships! And with this logic most of my maintenance loan will go to my weekends :)
Dreams are amazing! I just woke up from a night of broken sleep where I sampled everything, I felt pain, fear, a lot of water, weight from buoyancy devices in a swimming incident and lethargy from lack of sleep in the dream, I also hung out with recent frends and some I havnt seen for ages but not only this I encountered ppl I could recognise from scenarios I hadn’t experienced in real life, and created in the dream! These people never existed, I’ve never met them, and yet my dream reality gave me memories of where I met them, in yesterdays that never happened… Was there ever really a yesterday? Wen my dream felt so real, and all within it made logical sense (even a man being able to drive a tent over a wave) then how less real does this reality seem (also less fun) hmmm…
Amendment: I feel far more alive and real within my dreams than I do outside of my dreams… Not to mention happier
Is this the control I have over my world? Or the fact I’m accepted and fun interesting things happen within it, even in the dreams where I’m having to do an exam I have to do in real life, I feel happier, more alive more connected to my emotions, how much freedom do I have within my dreams? Is it more or less than reality? And why do we dream? And why do my dreams tease me and taunt me with constant better living…
I should really learn to play guitar… with that and my voice i’d be unstoppable :)
(sounds big headed but arn’t we all allowed these little thoughts? thats what this is for after all, come on! :p)
tumblrbot asked: WHAT MAKES YOU FEEL BETTER WHEN YOU ARE IN A BAD MOOD?
Iplayer, friends, a good laugh are all good distractions but nothing beats removing the cause of the bad mood!
What helps other people out of a bad mood?