Bill

I had a dream where I was a detective and I was chasing a murderer. We were often in a bathroom. I read that a bathroom in a dream means you need to change yourself or get rid of somethi g that's weighing you down. However, I don't want to get rid of the main thing that us weighing me down. It's me. I care about people, it's who I am. Along with the love and care, comes the worry and pain. I guess that if I can't get rid of something, I'll have to learn to deal with it in a healthy way. I read up on how to cleanse yourself emotionally and psychologically, and I'm thinking of doing a few of the things listed. In fact, journaling is one of them. Granted, this is public, but it's still a way of expressing my feelings. I also express myself through my other writings. I do have a journal, a diary, and Webtoon, of course! I will say this, I do sometimes think I might someday go insane because I often imagine the one I love by my side every day. It's how I laugh, cry, and reassure myself that I still love them. Oh, and for the chapter title, the murderer in my dream was named Bill. That's just a little explination if you were curious. Yeah, I'm weird. Isn't everyone? Weird is the new normal. I've always wanted to embrace my weird with the one person I love. I wanted to have those early mornings where we played music and danced to it with our terrible dance moves. I want to have to laughing and crying moments. I want to share the hugs!!! :) I love hugs. Don't ask me why, I just usually need physical affection. My bestie will punch my shoulder and lean on me all the time. This shouldn't be hard to admit because it's a cometely normal thing to do in a relationship, but I do want to kiss him. A lot. Don't come at me. I have kissed him once before. My first kiss. I loved it. We played the pockey game with a strawberry pocky. I felt like floating and I wanted to do it again so much. I miss him.