but people keep playing on it, and im like, excuse me, its mine - like look but no touch. LOOK BUT DONT DROP PLEASE OMG NO DROPPY ITS MINE PLEASE
so I had this dream last night that caused me not to be able to get out of bed due to fear that I would actually get murdered. story time kids…
The story begins at the park near my house. There was a dead body found and it scared everybody in my street.
all of a sudden i was walking to school and I turned down a road - went to officeworks an was walking to school, the road seemed unfamiliar - it was like a coast road and there was a fight and the whole group of us - people from school got involved somehow.
To get to school, we usually walkthrough car shops, so when we walked through it in my dream, it turned into a warehouse - a big empty room where we were forced into a line and the man (the one from the fight) pulled out a gun and told me to choose 2 people, 2 people to survive from 7(I think)of my closest friends. I didn’t know which one to choose.I started talking to the men wiith the gun, trying to get their attention of shooting my friends, one of them realise and all of a sudden im on the road again, running away trying to find someone to call the police. I ask them to call 911 and realise that’s the wrong number. I found a car - a convertible, and ask them to call the police and ambulance and asked the to drive me back to the warehouse to find my friends.
The people drove me back, and I was scared they shot anybody. luckily they didn’t and then I got into trouble for not attending school and nobody believed me that this happened.
I was next on my street. There was another dead body lying on the path going up to the park on my street. The killer lived on my street. I was petrified. I couldn’t leave. I could hide under my window sill so they couldn’t see me and I could make myself invisible. I couldntget up and this was after I woke up. I woke up hiding.
What scared me even more was that I had de ja vu about that dream before. I didn’t know how to tell jack that when he came over I didn’t wake up because I was scared that he was the murderer. I couldn’t tell him anything about the dream because it was just a silly little dream. and now im just scared of going to bed and scared there is someone ready to shoot everywhere I go.
guess who didnt get any awards!!! mee!!!!!!!! maybe thats because i suck at maths so erm idk i am so sick of school, like i have to see people i dont want to, be near people and have to see them at all during the day. I am also so keen for the holidays because i can spend 6 weeks with jacko and i am so keen like its not even funny - i dont have to see anyone and if im annoyed at jack i have abbey and that makes me happy then we might be having a NYE party and i really hope we do and it would make me so happy and i just like to be happy. well then..
theres selfies posted on this blog…. guess whoooo :)
people are control freaks
why are people ignoring me. like the people I care about. honestly is it that hard to just be straight forward and tell me what ive don’t wrong.
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