I told my psychology teacher that I had a dream about a garden and lovely flowers. He therefore, concluded my life to be at a tranquil and in a peaceful state. Little did he know that I left out the part about being nude and also being chased by  large purple butterflies. The trees also talked to me, almost harmoniously and the lovely flowers died at my sole touch.

 Maybe I really am a lunatic.

I wake up every morning, only to be analyzed by Audrey Hepburn. She warned me about my wardrobe. Apparently I'm a bubbly and at times grungy little girl, who will never find true love. At least my favorite teddy bear, thinks I'm attractive. My pinguinn does too. And even though my heart belongs to someone else i think i can love my pinguinn too. Maybe i already do.