8th
hmm.
Last night was yet another notion that i’m not where i belong.
A get together at my house, a few people i don’t know what else to call but friends were hanging out downstairs.
(I went upstairs to make my bed and hang out with my cat)
Ironic slightly, in the fact that most of the time they were amazed by this “toy” one of them recieved for a birthday, that most likely was made for cats. A spinning ball inside a plastic half circle. I dont know, it had some kind of purpose to “strengthen” your wrists. Whatever, it looked like they were all jerking off.
Its not that i don’t enjoy company, i do. I just don’t fit.
A lot of past faces have been guest stars in my dreams lately. Its never anything to far or to short, and it mostly always is just good conversation. Its like my dream world is making up for the unfulfillment of the real life. More then sometimes i want to live there.
Imagination and fantasy run rampant. Always have. And mostly always have a way of making my real life very unsatisfying when i look at it for what it really is. Solution? Never look at it for what it really is, and continue walking on clouds. Done.
