everything in
it's right place

it's funny how dominic does the stupidest things, and sometimes also the most irritating things to me online, and how i think he can be quite a pest. but at the end of the day i'm still the one who ends up talking to him, because he's always there to talk to. it's funny in a sad, pathetic way; that i'm actually like that.

it's like the security and comfort you find in talking to strangers (like the old lady you find sitting in the park); that they'll never actually remember what you actually say but instead offer a mouthful of their opinion. despite being strangers they are closer than the closest of friends. if you get what i mean.

and i just want to sleep, to run away jump into that window in my dreams, through into that alternative world where everything is a haze and a daze that you'd just not want to think about anything and everything at all.