Dream.

Oh my fucking god! I've dreamed such a shit! I guess you want to know what exactly the dream was about but the thing is that I know that some people I know are reading this blog. Which is quite uncomfortable sometimes, or well most of the time (to the people who think that they are meant: I like you cuties, but I think -yes, I know that comes late- I need some space. I don't want you to never ever read my blog again, just to make that clear, but the other kiddos have to know why I can't go that much in detail..).

So back to the totally-not-like-me-dream: it was awesome -somehow- and I actually liked it (and still do) but it wasn't like me. You know? 

I mean it was beautiful and so on (you can add words which you think discribe it better) and I do want to have those things in reality. Well the point is -ehm at least I think it is- I'm afraid. I guess that's how it is. 

Don't dare you little brats laugh! 

Because I'm sure you've been afraid sometimes too. Yeah, I know that this thing in my dream shouldn't afraid me that much, but it does and I know why.

I'm looking forward at the future because I want to know what happens next and I want to know if my fantasys become true. But anyway I push those things as far away as I can, I can't get rid of dreaming about them. I do like those things although I'm convinced that they are disgusting.

That's kind of puzzling, isn't it?

It's been a while.

I know it's long time ago, but now I'm back and I want you to say: 

It's Sunday and I'm totally filling up the cliché. 

Hanging around, doing nothing and asking myself what I can do. The thing is that I actually know pretty well what I can do, I'm just not doing it. What would you do being me?

I guess I should do at least some of my work.. That would be a good thing, don't you think so?

I just really don't know what to say, well write, and I have absolutely nothing to tell.

Looking at this seems to be like a wink to shut the hell up. So this one time I will do what's being told.

Cherry out.