Dear self:
I still have not become bounded with the bear. I did not dream of him last night either. It may be perhaps because the last dream was disturbing and I'm afraid I'll dream of it again.
It was a separate dream though, nothing to fear. I dreamt of the bear, but then another dream appeared. An unpleasant dream it was.
Anyways, whenever ZsaZsa (my dog) barks I look outside expecting to see the bear. It may be insane but I want to greet this bear, talk to him, then have us blood bound. His blood will be spilled and so will mine and then we will be one and my story will have begun.
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Here We Are, But We're Still Lost
I have spilled my heart on this journal and now I am making it public. I doubt what you will find will interest you much. It's only my battered soul.
Lol, sorry, that was really angst, wasn't it?
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