crazy dreams
"oh, all the pretty things that we could be"
- little numbers, BOY
for christine - i don't know if you ever feel this way, but i certainly do.
I have this crazy dream that it'll turn out that I have this massive, golf-ball-sized, brain tumor.
And all these times that I question justwhatthefuck life is, I'm really just stroking out.
And the tumor will be inoperable, and I'll give it this totally rad name.
I'll have to shave my head, but it will actually really suit me, and make me look super hot.
All the guys will chase me, but I'll just turn them down with the wry humour of someone who's Dying and Knows It.
I'll have this insanely popular blog, because, people actually love to find out all this morbid shit, like how it is having no sense of taste or smell, and how it feels to know that you have up to three months of dying left.
And all these girls that were bitches Before will come up to me, but I'll just tell them to fuck off, because I don't need anyone - especially not them.
I'll meet my soul mate in hospital.
We won't talk or anything; he'll just look over, and I'll meet his gaze with eyes full of wisdom like, I knew you in another life.
And he'll wake the next morning to find my bed empty.