I could sing till my throat croaks
I could dance till my feet creaks
or I could just sit and watch you
I made two pieces of poems but they're not up yet because I haven't put them up yet *duh*. One's called "Worlds ....." and the other is "Is You"
Life has been bearable and sweet. I always wished for the sweeter, but now I'd be satisfied with things as they are.

I had three dreams, all three of the same person. Papa Smurf.
In the first, I was sick, or had to get a check, and he accompanied me. Somehow he got himself a number, and it was before me. He went and laid himself on the hospital bed and they pierced this big needle on his arm and they took out a litre of his blood. It was a very big container. I saw him cringe and I cringed as well. Then suddenly it was my turn, they did the same thing to me, and I had expected it to hurt a lot, but in fact it didn't and the blood flew freely and I fainted. I woke up feeling aghast.