The Happy Night

Last night and it was in my dream, I was really happy.


I can't remember the exact scene but what remained in my memory the moment I opened my eyes in the morning was that a guy was hugging me while we were both seated on the floor. And I have no idea who he was (I always have vague faces in my dreams). It was romantic but at the same time, I felt contented and SECURED while he cradled me. I was just leaning over him and I'd be happy if things stayed that way. But I had to wake up. Fight the cold weather. And try to be happy when I felt sick from with in.


Oh. This is dramatically horrible.

Fact: we only dream of what we know. Our dreams are frequently full of strangers who play out certain parts – did you know that your mind is not inventing those faces – they are real faces of real people that you have seen during your life but may not know or remember? The evil killer in your latest dream may be the guy who pumped petrol into your dad’s car when you were just a little kid. We have all seen hundreds of thousands of faces throughout our lives, so we have an endless supply of characters for our brain to utilize during our dreams. (via tumblr)


Note to self: So maybe a cab driver when I was 7 years old was hugging me? ;x

I'm lonely.

I don’t know if this is SAD, since it’s abnormally cold here in the Philippines or it’s just because I missed a quiz in my nursing lecture which I can’t get over with. But,I just feel so alone and that would include the literal meaning of the word.


I know no one would actually care. My friends wont be there for me all the time, even at desperate moments like this, I just can’t broadcast everyday my want of company (that would really be annoying and I think I’m already annoying them at some point).


I’m FRUSTRATED with so many things.


I’m desperate.