In the Presence of Withdrawal Stress

What's with the posts talking about my lonely sex life?

It's so awkward and there's not really anything I want to say about it.

Haha, whether or not you think this, I'm somewhat glad.

You know whyyy?

Cause that actually proves (at the moment) that I am still blogging for myself.

It ain't just about writing things up that seems appropriate to the public.

My recent posts doesn't have me wording my feelings just right.

It's raw, and it's pretty liberating.

Sure my stats say that I am getting a significantly small amount of views, but I can still blog all I want.

I feel strong.

And I feel.... true when there's nobody around?

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Oh wow, I fell asleep in the library typing this.

Then I woke up scared, thinking that I overslept and my next class started.

Fell asleep again, and woke up for the same reason.

And during those 2 naps, I dreamed of a movie for each.

The first one had to do something with 4 people (PY, Sam, Tania and I) running from the rain after exploring a forest.

The second one was clearer, I had a different family. Same Mom, but different Dad. And we lived in the forest, with a cave-like basement where a serial killer lived. Mom brought 2 girls.... to my house. And in my dream, I was dreaming that I was in THIS LIBRARY and one of them woke me up. She flirted a little bit, and then too much. In my dream, she started putting legs (wearing short shorts) on my laps and started teasing me, but I was like NO. NO. I don't even know you....

They took a shower and came out needing a towel, but they were wearing clothes even though they were wet (doesn't make sense but....). So I searched the house for a towel, only to see the serial killer doing something suspicious. But he found out and ran back into the cave.

Dad and I tried to do some recon but to no avail. We talked about a plan, but we found out that the serial killer was listening to us through the floorboards. We had access to a bucket of UNLIMITED WHITE PAINT? And I somehow really want to paint the floor to stop the guy from hearing (again, makes no sense).

I was alone in the house, and the killer comes and screams: "I SAW YOU WITH TANIA YOU LIAR!" And I was like wtf, who's Tania? The 2 girls didn't even give me their names!

Woke up.

Hm, did the 2 dreams link? Probably.

First time in a while I had such a vivid and memorable dream.

Maybe I should read more Creepypasta at night. XD