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Wednesday, July 25, 2007 did i do something right? i know i should be asleep right now. tired, I may be, but i haven't the will. sleep is just uninteresting lately. what use is it without dreams? i have this song stuck in my head. call me easily influenced, but i felt change in the air, standing there appreciating the evening breeze with Torne. a good kind, i think. of course, i go bounce around throughout these days between sunshine & storm clouds.. then, there's like today..... a fucking hurricane. but i'm lucky enough to have someone who knows how to slow it down. there are times when i'm sure i do not exist. others i don't care as long as this dream doesn't end. i don't think i would be able to function without it, anymore. & to think, i used to be terrified or surreality. because, of course, to be insane is imperfect. bring it on, i love myself more now than i ever have. & look, now someone came along for the ride. i like how we just fit.