Our Evolution is Futile
I had a dream where me and my sister were playing this game to get the games we most desired: She, a copy of Shadow of the Colossus 2 (lol) and me, Wild Arms 4, a game which i tried to get irl twice, but always was too damaged. We failed, so we went to the store having them at night. As a result, a buch of odd shit happened that caused me to lose my teeth. That woke me up.
I still like dreams, though. It will inspire me to write a poem about darkness.
I’m taking AP Enviromental right now. It has a lot of emphasis on how we are using way too much material and we will destroy ourselves if we don’t change.
I’m not sad. I find that hillarious. We won’t die from war or natural disasters, but for being to stupid to manage itself. Love it. Bye world, lol.