My dream was about Spanish boy and if we started dating and he held my hand and kissed me a lot and it felt so real that when my dad woke me up in the morning I started crying because I thought it actually happened. Ever since I've been emotionally out of whack. I literally stayed up until 4 in the morning last night and only had like two hours of sleep because I didn't want to dream and I wanted to watch Criminal Minds but that's a different story.
Guys, it felt so fucking real. Like at school on Friday, I couldn't even look at him because the feels were just to goddamn strong. I still need to do homework but am incapable of the action because my emotions are plaguing me and just taking up my time by creating daydreams that will never happen. Ugh, crushes suck. I feel as though I like him way too much for my own good.
Thus, why I am currently laying in my filthy, messed up, representation-of-my-life room listening to songs such as Hey There Delilah, Dreaming with a Broken Heart, and Half of My Heart while blogging and daydreaming with no real purpose to my day. It doesn't help that Valentine's Day is slowly creeping upon us and the fact that I'm going to buy a shit ton of chocolate the day after. Well, I'm gonna go back to doing absolutely nothing except daydream and break my heart slowly and painfully....PEACE!!
xx
LoLo
