Okay I must officially be as insane as my sister is always telling me I am.
Last night I had the weirdest dream ever. I was making out with Death himself. Yea, I have no idea. Didn't even have a face really.. the whole dark cloak thing going on.. just had silver fangs. I wasn't scared.. which is even more nuts!!
What the heck does that mean?? Am I really that desperate for a date?! Haha. I have been trying to think about what would make me have a dream with Death in it.. as I know some people think of those things as a sign and such. Kissing death... What would my unconscious be trying to tell me?
Not much happened last night. I got in a fight with my sister again... I have been eating badly again... back up the weight I lost recently. I guess lots of things have been going on emotion-wise. ANY THOUGHTS?? hahaha.