i don't use fake lens flares

i have a whole bunch of accounts and every time i sign in to it and it says username and password doesn't match or whatever, i just freak out..
'oh no, someone hacked into my account'
...that kinda freaking out.. then a sigh of relief follows when i just realized that i typed it wrong or i just accidentally hit the caps lock key..
[i'm writing about this cos it just happened to me when i logged in to this blog, but then, when you come to think of it.. who would have any interest on hacking my blog anyway?]

you'll know your crazy if you start dreaming about the mix-ups of the most random things.. i for one had to document this in my head without opening my eyes first, then slowly crept my hand around looking for my phone, opened Notes, and just typed it away..

an intersection.. a gloomy, low-saturated lighting.. busy, busy, steep streets[sanfran].. people i never knew i would dream about before.. people i've never even met before.. a car show.. a vintage red Chevy Impala, attached to a very weird-looking vehicle..
[i'm not going crazy, this is not new to me.. yes, i'm being defensive]

"I've realized what my dream car is because of you. I can't wait until I just look at it and smile, but now every time I see it, it just holds a bitter memory. I miss you"

i've had the most surreal dreams ever before, but this one includes him.. i just had to remember it

doin.....tiring my brain
listenin.'just need someone to love'
thinkin..trying to get safely home