karma.

 

i dream a lot, and usually remember them. this time i snuck my boyfriend out of school where his mother was the principal and he got in trouble. ten minutes later i got stabbed in the foot and had no idea who did it. karma sucks.

p.s. for those of you concerned about my safety: 

he would never stab me in the foot in real life. such is the life of a vivid dreamer. :/

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