bully in a china shop

up, down, turn around, please don't let me hit the ground

so it's saturday night.

well, sunday morning.

and i'm not asleep nor am i doing anything exciting.

it was valentine's day today, and i celebrated by not celebrating.

honestly, i couldn't give a fat fuck about candy hearts and teddy bears that say i love you.

it doesn't make me any more lonely, or any less l o n e l 

y.

i spent the day at starbucks. 

which was pleasant. 

i discovered a delicious new tea.

~~~

also, yesterday (before-yesterday) was friday the 13th.

again, not affected in the least.

although i was petrified of getting hit by a truck, because i dreamt that i almost got hit by a truck.

which was almost scarier than actually getting hit b

y a truck.

i've been having some pretty fucked up dreams recently.

strange people appearing, and nearly every time i close my eyes, something absolutely bone-chilling appears.

other strange things happen.

like i'm in school, and suddenly i decide to throw a fit.

i begin to throw things and yell and run out of the class.

i feel like i'm on the run and need to get out.

then, suddenly, two security guards chase after me.

i'm running down the stairs.

running so fast.

i make it out of the building and suddenly i'm on sherbrooke, running away from college de montreal.

i'm running and i know i'm being followed.

i end up in europe.

in some cafe with strangers.

strangers who look so familiar.

so strangely familiar.

i order a coffee and its blood.

and then i'm back in class, handcuffed.

with the coffee in front of me.

instead of the teacher, its the bunny from donnie darko.

and then i wake up because it's time to go to school.

g'morning.

~~~

g'night.

you've come here just to start a fight