I had a really bad nightmare last night. In the dream I killed myself (in a really nasty way) to prove a point. I knew I was cutting my nose off to spite my face but I didn't care. I was dead set on proving I meant what I'd said. Even though, in my heart of hearts I really didn't feel that way. It was so f*ed up. What a horrible thing to dream. A bad feeling that I can't shake off has lingered around me all day. I've no idea where such a toxic dream came from. I had a nice evening before bed & no dramatic tv. How do you shake these things off?
To think that London, or anywhere else for that matter, does not belong to any one demographic