This girl makes me feel fuzzy... <3

02:16:33 dracoaurea: i don't know if you've noticed, but i AM pretty strange, and socially inept...
02:16:58 sincerelysadie: hahahha
02:17:00 sincerelysadie: well
02:17:05 sincerelysadie: theres ppl like ME out there
02:17:12 sincerelysadie: who dont care HOW strange or socially inept you are
02:17:14 sincerelysadie: a friend is a friend
02:17:18 sincerelysadie: and if theyre like me
02:17:23 sincerelysadie: they'll know youre a good one to have
02:17:23 sincerelysadie: see
02:17:26 sincerelysadie: you and i
02:17:29 sincerelysadie: we have this relationship
02:17:32 dracoaurea: :)
02:17:38 sincerelysadie: where i know its soley based on trust
02:17:57 dracoaurea: and killing boys
02:18:03 sincerelysadie: hahaha
02:18:04 sincerelysadie: like i know
02:18:10 dracoaurea: <3
02:18:12 sincerelysadie: if i were ever to say "i want you to fuck this guy up"
02:18:17 sincerelysadie: and i didnt give you a reason
02:18:22 sincerelysadie: you'd do it
02:18:26 sincerelysadie: just cuz i said so
02:18:27 dracoaurea: I'm Italian.
02:18:31 sincerelysadie: and i know id do the same for you
02:18:35 sincerelysadie: and i believe
02:18:38 sincerelysadie: that kind of friendship
02:18:45 sincerelysadie: comes with a certain trust and bond

So you know that thing...

... where your subconscious identifies the thing that is most bothersome to you at the time, and makes it the center of your dreams, and then emphasizes and enlarges it until the dream turns into a nightmare, and that one thing takes over your dream, and make the night uncomfortable and tense, and then also takes over your morning, and puts you in a bad, defensive, isolated, acutely depressed mood for at least the first few hours, if not the whole day? Yeah, well, I hate that. I hate having the feeling that my subconscious can know so much about the rest of me, I hate that my own mind can choose to take advantage of a weakness like this and use it against me. I have no reason to do that to myself! I don't have anything against me...

So why is my brain pouring salt on my own wounds?