All Dem Nightmares

Every single night, I'm having nightmares now. They don't even make sense, though. There was one where I was at Wal-Mart and forgot my wallet. I woke up terrified, my brain is weird. THAT ISN'T EVEN SORT OF SCARY! Noooooow, though, I keep having this recurring dream about a zombie chicken (who is also a robot, sometimes) that runs around and tries to peck my eyes out. Four or five nights in a row this has been happening. I just don't know. I can't even begin to understand what the hell it could mean.

Btw, it looks nothing like this, but I couldn't find anything else that didn't look really stupid and make me feel bad about my subconscious. 

Irrelevancy Part 2 of the Woe is Me Series

I think that most people blog so that the world can hear what they have to say. People want to believe that they have a voice. I realize that no on wants to hear what I think. I mean, you internet people, don't; people in real life, they especially don't want to hear about it. Because this is the internet, though, I feel like, eventually, something I say will resonate with another human. Maybe it will, maybe it won't; but I'll never know unless I write it. So, hear I am, writing again to people that may or may not exist. I hope you exist. I hope there are people out there that get a kick out of my words. I doubt it, but even if it never happens, I'm ok with it. Writing, to me, is therapeutic. I find contentment when the thoughts inside my brain get put down on paper or typed out for the masses (or lack thereof) to read. It helps my mind not get so jumbled and confusing. Maybe I'm irrelevant, but it's ok, because so are you.

This has been a public service message from Jessi.