Short nails mean stress (because I’ve bitten them down). Long nails mean contentment.
Bad dreams mean my life is going super freaking well. Good dreams mean I’m probably going through a bad time.
My dreams balance me out in a big way. They keep my (alleged) bipolar from getting the best of me.
Seriously when do I get to say I’m not bipolar anymore? It’s been four years.
Well it will be on Thanksgiving when I get to celebrate my four year crazi-versary. Hah.
Hit up this youtube channel…for-real the BEST MUSIC. MrSuicideSleep. Or you can just follow along as I only plan to post songs from there for the forseeable future.