Perhaps just perhaps I need to be less explodable.

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I had a super weird dream today.

Something about me losing consciousness for five years. And I think it was because of some weird spirit or something. Very freaky, or perhaps it was 10-15 years. I don't really know. And when I "got back" everyone was older and it was creepy.

I mean I was older too, but I couldn't tell.

Brr.

And all of the dream happened in school.

Scary shit.

Just another starstruck (see above for evidence*) wanderer trying to find his way in this horribly confusing and sometimes messed up world.

This space as you might have realised is for my own venting. It's where I talk, to myself. To the universe. It's where I don't lie. Much. Chances are you won't get more truth out of me than these few billion pages of angst.

My life isn't that bad. Sometimes. The good parts just usually end up being the blank dates in between the posts you see. So yes, just to practice my math and to cheer myself up a little, the number of posts is inversely proportional to my mental wellbeing. Yes that counts as math with me.

And despite the wry smile on my face and the grin I can imagine on yours, I'm still rather sombre.

I promise you I'm sunny somedays. Stick around. You never know what you may learn.

*hint may or may not be in big black font at the top of the page.