…I dreamt of Paris again, last night.
…I dreamt of Paris again, last night.
I had a really horrible zombie dream last night
well I say zombie but they weren’t undead, it was more like 28 days later kind of zombies but milder, like something bit all my friends bar Dave and Will and it made them really angry but we could still talk to them but whenever we made them remeber something I’d done wrong to them in the past they chased us around the house trying to eat us, and they had red eyes and green tinged skin and i had Ramona Flowers magic bag and took out a Hack saw and shouted “I don’t want to hurt you, I’m really sorry I’m a shit person but I can’t let you kill me over it” and i hid under a bed for like ages because i didn’t want to upset anyone more and I didn’t want to hurt anyone, apart from Becki…me and Dave took turns hitting her because she kept chasing us and I was angry about having to run.
WHAT DOES THIS ALL MEAN?
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all packed and ready to go it’s time to move back home, sadface. i don’t wanna live at home! (don’t want to live in halls any more either tbh)
party sized pringles and no party to share with… WAHHHHHH :(
just got out of bed for another exciting day of packing. yay life.
i don’t want to pack and move and pay £100 for storage!!
can
someone come and cuddle with me tonight please? I can’t sleep.
want.
