What's the point of being depressed if I cant even write a song about it?
Iv been having a bunch of fucked up dreams lately, when I do actually sleep. Some are so incredibly clear and realistic that I think they are real when iv woken up. One the last nights was not realistic, but oddly clearer. Iv been watching a lot of The Office and I dreamt that Jim finally told Pam that he was in love with her and she didn't end up marrying Roy. I need a fucking life...I just made some apple cinnamon pancakes and they were so fucking good it was scary.