The beginning

I love introductions. :)

I started this blog today after finally putting a rest to one of my old ones--a scary, dark one that I would visit in my saddest, angriest moments, whenever I was crying. And I'm tired of being sad; so here's to a lighter, cheerier, dreamier one.

My brain never stops working–which is good, if the brain is the supposed center of the being that keeps me alive, but it keeps me awake, too. It’s a tiring thing to think all the time. Especially at night. ...Especially at night.

If and when I go to sleep–I love you, hereditary insomnia, with all venomous sarcastic undertones intended–I don’t even rest much. I dream.

I dream so much that it’s troublesome to remember them all, so I’m going to dump them here. It makes for good art and writing fodder, I think. (Which means I can finally take advantage of that stupid organ of mine that controls me in my skull, and finally tell it to shut up and do what I tell it to. Like come on. I don’t ask you to dream of me dying all the time, right?)

Maybe you can enjoy it, too, if anybody’s ever reading this. (but oh god, this was loads of tl;dr. Nobody reads this long, right?)