how did it come to this?
i dont like my dreams.
it eats into my brainspace, gets stuck in there.
and then it becomes too close for comfort.
it distorts reality.
it makes us think too much for our own good.
makes us fail to see what's truly in front of us; we are too caught up.
while we're at it, i dont like the feeling of rejection too.
i dont like exams.
i dont like econs.
i dont like missing half of lit paper cause i cant fuckin wake up.
and i dont like it that you're so far away i cant touch u.
or that i cant get dr peppers here.