I find it strange I’m legally able to buy alcohol, yet I don’t. I mean, I drink and all, but usually not on my own. If I’m out and shit, I’ll drink with the crowd, but when it’s just me, I don’t. Weird? I figured I’d be at least using my age, but…I don’t.
lately I’ve been remembering bits and pieces of my dreams. Some in colossal warehouses that stretch miles long, some about people I used to be friends with, but more…there are new places. these new places are…strange. It’s there in my head, but I can’t really describe it. It’s like one of those instant picture mind flashes, and after you can’t remember. Or at least I can’t. It’s weird.