Sunday

I woke up this morning, I looked myself in the mirror and I saw a pirate. already dressed in black, with my skull scarf on and my weird haircut and I thought I was looking like a pirate.
After 5 minutes I started to cry. Partly for this article I read and I am going to post as soon as I am finishing writing this, party because i is my brother's birthday today and I am not there and I am feeling kind of horrible because of that, even if I think that he should got used to it and I bet in the end he doesnt care at all. Then I started thinking about last Sunday, were I was at this time, and blah blah blah.
Since Sunday I am just having nightmares. The last I sleept good it was indeed Saturday night. I woke up on Sunday that I didn remember what I had dreamt, but who cares, it wasnt a nightmare and still, if it was, I couldnt remember.
I am going to prepare my breakfast and then I really dont know what to do. I think I should read, tonight I dreamt that my mum was buying me a book and this is actually the best part in all the dream, as the other was basically about running away from something, people who wanted to kill me and so on.
Constantly listening to The Gutter Twins. I think it is very hard I can go any more black that the way I am now.