The rain always seems to make me miserable. Today wasn't too bad though.
Lately I've been having the weirdest nightmares. Maybe I'm just in my head too much for my own good.
I always remember my dreams best in the early morning. I get up to make my coffee, extra strong, & dine on luxurious cuisine (toaster waffles). I feel like someone is watching me from inside my mind.
There aren't a lot of things I hate other than the rain. I hate when the hems of my jeans get wet because I stepped in a puddle, & how the damp air makes my clothes reek of mildew. The rain makes me feel dirty, & uncleanliness is what I fucking hate above all else. It coats my entire body in a film of something I can't quite scrub off.
Few things are better than stepping out of the shower real late at night & sitting in bed with a good book or movie. The dark is a blanket that hides you from daytime's responsibility. A world of possibility opens up & you're invited to take full advantage of it.
People always say they like the smell of wet asphalt but I don’t believe any of them
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