Had a freakin bad dream. Nightmare actually. Woke up in cold sweat. Trembling like crazy. Tried to fall asleep again. Proceeded to dream I was plunging headlong into a dark tunnel. Very Haruki Murakami. Except that this could be called the Wound-Up Girl Chronicles. Wound-up by a wholatta things this week. And wounded too. By a wholatta things as well. Banal melodramas included.
Walang konek. Saw this tonight at postsecret and liked it. Deathly afraid of losing my keys and my last chances.
Antok na ako. Will delete this post in the morning. Maybe.
p.s. someone said my blog was too self-absorbed. e di stop reading. no-one’s holding a gun to your head, sir.