tiffanymarie

Lately I have been going on walks with a friend of mine. They have been enjoyable walks and I am trying to help her out. You see, she feels as though she is fat. Which, no offense to the girl, I don't blame her. Don't get me wrong, obvisiously I care about her because I am going out of my way to drive there and then take these walks with her. Anyhow, my point is that I am enjoying these "brisk" walks we take. We have fun conversation and are able to get away from her place for awhile.

I go over to her place and she is living with a friend. It's not only her friend, but her friend's mom, husband and daughter too. It's hard to have good conversation with others around. Especially since they speak half english, half another language.

Tomorrow is my haircut. Can you tell I'm excited. Well, if not, I'll tell you I am so excited. Afterwards I am going on a brisk walk with Fatou again.

This morning when I was asleep and dreaming, I had the worst dream I've ever had in my life. Let me tell you I've had some pretty bad dreams. This morning I dreamt that Calvin said goodbye to me. Got on a plane and headed for Spokane to kill himself. He went to Spokane so him and his brother could say there goodbye. They had a suicide pact. I knew what was going to happen but I never tried stopping him. He felt he had lived long enough, and wasn't happy with anything anymore. After he had already gone and had killed himself I felt to regretful for not trying to stop him. I started bawling in my dream and that is how I awoke.