Oh, God.

That last thing you should ever do is go through your old photos on your laptop after waking up from a dream where you were having so much fun with all of your old friends. As if there were any doubt that really, you used to be so much fun and now you are old and boring, I mean, oh God. What has this come to?

My dreams have been out of control lately. I wake up from my first of many nightmares where everyone has died and it is all my fault. That sentence always makes me laugh because it sounds like such an exaggeration, but my dream-self is not in on the laughter and so I wake up heart-broken and/or guilty about what my dream-self has done several times a week. Annnnyway, I don’t know what else to do except just like, wallow in despair. Just kidding.