Maybe that was a dream, but last night at Victor's house, everyone was drinking, singing, dancing, laughing, and just having a good time. Then the night went on, and soon I found myself sitting on the couch, surrounding by everyone still having fun, yet I felt like I was in my own little bubble, on my phone petting the dog. Even the conversation I was having through BBM seemed so distant, not only because geographically it was, but the feeling and the tone of it all seemed lackluster. Then as I was heading home with a few people, I felt the same deserted aura, and I found myself tearing up at the thought and finally, cried as soon as I laid down. Cried through the first half of my late night shower, then realized that I should just not bring up the things that cause me to feel that way...so I was fine, well kinda.
Then that resembling dream occurred.
***WEIRD
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