I forgot how to start my entry. Bobby said to start with the quotes I sent him. Yesterday, as I was lying on my bed, waiting to fall asleep, questions popped in mind. The deep, emotional questions kept me up all night. I tried distracting my ears with blasted music, but the music was singing a part of my affection. Soon, I was in a deep sleep. My mind had gone to another realm. When I woke, images and memories flashed before me. The images were what had happened in my dream. I question dreams, whether they are significant, or just random thoughts floating through our mind. Could it be a sign or a meaning to what had flashed? There’s no point of analyzing it, there probably a scientific explanation. The dreams I had in the past days were queer, extremely out of hand. The depression, sadness whacked me across my face. “What had happened?” I questioned myself. My interpretation: Memories of love ones have cause my agony. What I did in the past, had gather up to haunt me. It’s like a fully charged volcano, all ready to erupt. There is no escape, or even a place to hind. I remembered my accounting professor saying “don’t fight it, give into it,” I tried applying that concept. As you can see, it doesn’t seem to be helping me at all. I thought I changed, grew emotionally strong; but it turned out that I’m still here, typing depressive entries. You guys ever had a feeling, a hunch that you don’t know someone anymore. That person used to be a vast impact on your life, and now he or she is just an acquaintance. Little did I know that we can demote in friendship caused by a lack in communication. I had planned nothing, it just happened. Once again, I feel I am built to suffer emotionally, but ironically, I feel happy. Even though, my mix emotions are starting to come back, I feel ready to deal with them. It’s like I have a whole new perspective on this issue. “A man got to do what a man got to do.” Wells, of course you can argue that I’m not a man, but either way, it works out for me.