Work, and fears

Bleck, that's basically all I can say about work.

Fears. I'm talking to someone "deeply" about it now. Basically I say a fear I have and she tells me my desires and actual fears from that one.

So like being afraid of the dark is the fact that you're afraid of not being in control, like "how can you rule while being blind," I fear being in control, but it's the same as wanting to be in control, control your way out of responsibility.

O__o I get it, but it's like, "don't tell me this."

I like being in control of myself. Hate groups, mostly because I'm afraid to contribute. Yay for me.

I'll live under the notion that I'm a hopeless romantic whose insecure and such. Wewt.

Other than that, I'm bored and I haven't blogged in a while. I really should keep this up.

I had a dream the other night (I have massive ADD at times)
I think it'd make a great creepy pasta.

It was about a family that was at a beach near a rock wall and behind the rock wall was a cave, burrow, it had two wide open entrances with a little space of wall in between them. The family (a brown haired husband, blond wife, two kids, girl blond the other brown) swimming near these caves and killed a rare sorta monster like fish earlier i guess. A giant wave then comes and kills the wife and leaves the rest of the family stranded on the beach except really little. And there's now an old short and sorta fat witch lady whose really nice but tells the family they must protect these monster fish at least 1000 of them before they can get back to normal size and leave. There was no use in running, and so they started saving them. The case that was in my dream, there was one on a hook alive, caught by a blond surfer dude and his friends and the family was almost normal sized the dad was talking about how that wasn't very nice to the fish and let the fish go and saying our work here is done and leaving.

Fun stuffs.

I had a dream last night about recording my band midterm I had to record and I was talking to someone I know named Dave about it.
My older brother had the same dream, creepy.

Also on friday, it's my one year anniversary with my "boyfriend" (bad word) Chris he's great, and I love him <3

(Yeah this blog sorta sounds like every emo teen's blog wewt lmao)