I'd Kill, To Fall Asleep.

...because my last post failed quite spectacularly, and I didnt start it with a fact.

When Im alone in my house, I never sleep anywhere but the sofa. And its so uncomfy for anyone above 5'5 ]=
I use this one because although its uber boring, Ive been considering the reasons and causes behind the rule. Second floors make me feel uneasy and trapped, all the time. Literally, the only time I spend in the upstairs of my house is sleeping/showering. I dont hang around up there. I dont like not having doors to escape from if need be. The childlike fear or murder/kidnap/robbery lives on with full force.
Every fucking night!
I was hoping some interesting thought processes would stem from that, no such luck.
Notting Hills onnn.

Again, just deleted a whole paragraph because Im getting so damn repetitive.
I found my dream dress. Its the most beautiful thing Ive ever seen in my life, sadly for me its a one of a kind by Jane Tooze, and Im on a very determined quest to find one even remotely similar.
People are very strange, also. Apparently some of the ones youd least expect can be doing the thing you wanted all along. I didnt realise how many stupid conversations about shit I take for granted, basically, because they mean more than I thought, and soon theyre going to have a lot of better things to do.

Indeed. Good night.