Having a bad day already. The urge to run off to a coffee shop is overwhelming...anything to get away from here.

Here, with the memories.

Here, where my rights are not the same as those of people who have a place to live.

Here, where I cannot really relax.

Yes, I am being negative, but I don't feel like I can breathe here.

I dreamt that you were speaking to me again, that things made sense. I didn't even care why, was just happy that things were better. I guess dreams wouldn't mean anything if they were stuff that actually happened.