Good Fucking Morning.

So, I've been dreaming a lot lately.
About everything.
Not just the Charlie thing.
That's the least of my fucking worries.
But then again I'm passing off my biting and bitchiness as his fault because it's most obvious.

Anyway.
Now that we've established that I'd like to move on to who actually reads these things.
On my list I've got like Sam and Cierra and any pathetic, worthless, lowlife person that feels the need to stalk me and probably mock me because they assume things.

Okay.
I'm done with that.

Back to my dreaming.
Bobby Gene didn't ward of dreams last night.
Instead my brain conjured up my great grandmother.
She knew who I was this time.
She knew me. I was so happy.
So full of life like I was before things started going bad here and around me.
She knew I was upset.
She'd always known that...
We talked.
About everything.
She was like a therapist that I didn't have to pay to see.
So I think I'm in a better mood today.
Because she pointed some things out to me.
Like how stupid I've been.
And how I really don't need you.
And how I really should care less about everything that's going on.
So many other things...
I really miss her.
So I'm starting today a different way.
Don't get me wrong,
I'm still going to pretend bitches don't exist.
But I'm going to smile and try not to think about anything.
Because you know what?
Fuck you, you whore.
Because I'll probably always know better.