Thursday 5 May 2022

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Dreams

I snuck out of my house/school to go on vacation with Moss and their grandparents. At first, we were having a lot of fun, and were at this fancy, beach-themed (the hotel had a lot of palm trees) hotel, until my anxiety got the best of me later that night. I asked Moss what we should do if I get caught/when I go back home. They offered to cut the trip short and take me back home the next day, reassuring me that my parents will just blow over it in a day. I looked at the Ring app on my phone and saw Ana getting into her car with groceries. It was 22:00 at that point. I turned my phone off to prevent Ana from looking for me and went to sleep in one of the hotel beds. I have no recollection of the drive back home or confronting my parents. I must've been knocked out or in a coma for quite some time, because the next day at school, I went from my 5th period (some science classroom, blasting headphones with the school Chromebook, to Chemistry, taught by Señora Levy. We were experimenting that day and were going all berzerk about people toughing the chemistry rock/sand kits without permission. I grabbed a chair from the back of the room for my hexagonal-shaped table (now that I think about it, we were in Mrs. Hall's classroom). Unfortunately, the popular girls, such as Jill and her friends, had to sit next to me and they were being snobs, as always. We eventually began the experiment and school was out for winter break. I came home to Ana and Brandon super excited to spend the holidays with me. We spent some time looking out the window next to the front door at all the pretty snow falling onto the already covered ground. Just we three were celebrating and I felt joy at last before the alarm rang. The funny thing is, I felt trapped in there. It was just...so real.

Daily Dose of Happiness

"Find me playing till sunrise for 50 cents and a sandwich." -Muddy Waters

What I would be delighted to do all night for 50 cents and a sandwich:

Sleep!!!!!!!!

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