It's a Wednesday evening and I feel like pouring my heart out.Unfortunately, I'm not into pouring my heart out at the moment, thus cryptic speech shall be used.
I had a queer dream today and it made me once again realize that people look nicer when they smile. It's kind of sad that those people have ruined my impression of them with simply being rude. The power of courtesy is amazing.
I feel that I should write some amazing piece of writing, because I reread my last story and I felt that it was a good one. I'm not sure what other people think but this is the first time I actually feel that I want to continue writing based on my previous story.
I wish it would rain. And that I would become more cat like in the near future.
Wouldn't it be nice if we could face the people we've had conflicted feelings about with a clear head and a sensation of joy?
