I started going through old poems of mine. I have old ones I wrote back in ninth grade. And some I wrote back in Oct. About my great aunt dying and stuff. And the other ones that I put a background behind on the computer. I really love my poems. Anyway, my dreams are getting more graphic. I'm a slut in my dreams. Maybe it means I should try to have more fun. And not meaning that kind of fun. But maybe going out and stuff!--